"Did you manage to get the blueprints?" Dark Beast came running toward me as soon as I set foot in the room.

I pushed him away, "Damn, ya can't even wait for me to get all the way in the room can ya? A little impatient are we?"

He crossly snatched the papers out of my grasp, and mumbled some things under his breath as he sat down at his desk.

"So what's this machine o' yours gonna do exactly?" I asked taking a seat on the couch, stretching my arms back, and using them as a headrest to lean on.

A wicked grin came across his face, "Ah 'tis truly a beautiful plan, one of which only I could come up with. It will rid us of those blasted human beings. Unfortunately, I cannot tell you more than that, or I would have to kill you."

Figured. He never told me any of the details of his plans; I was only part of the team to do everything while he sat by and did all his fancy mathematical equations and what not, but I probably wouldn't understand any of that scientific shit anyway, "So now what, am I just supposed to sit around and do nothing?"

"Precisely."

Oh well that's just great, loads of fun for me. I hunched over and switched on the TV. Nothing happened, "Stupid useless piece of shit…" I kicked it and tried again. Still nothing happened. "God damn you!" I forced my fist through the screen of the television, sending shards of glass sailing through the air.

Without taking his attention from his work Darky scolded me, "Well done Sarah, now we live in a dump with absolutely no entertainment what so ever, bravo. My congratulations."

I stood up and threw an average-sized bone at his head; missing it by only a few inches, "Fuck off." I walked briskly out of the room.

He's always gotta ride my ass about everything I do wrong. Like he's so fuckin' perfect, just once, one time, I'd like to see him screw something up, I thought to myself. I made my way through the murky dark water on the bottom of the sewer pipes. If he would just---. My thoughts stopped. What was that? I quit walking and listened.

"This way gang."

There it was again, and the distant voices sounded like…the X-Men? No, it can't be, they don't know about our hideout.

"Where is this place one-eye?" A gruff, raspy voice said irritably.

It had to be; I knew that voice. It was Wolverine.

"We get to 'dem in time mon ami, dey don't know dat we be comin'." That had to be the French one, Gambit.

"Shut it Cajun, I smell summtin…some kinda low life…" there was a moment of silence, "It's the spiky girl, Marrow."

Damnit, he smelt me. I ran back to the hideout, and grabbed Dark Beast's muscular arm, "Them punks the X-Men are here. I heard 'em. Come on, let's get rid of them!"

He yanked his arms out of my grasp, "Just me and you against what, probably six or seven of them. Be realistic Sarah. Let's grab the plans and get out of here."

"No. I can't believe my ears," a smirk appeared on my face, "You're turning down a fight?"

He gathered up some loose papers and money into a bag, and slung it over his shoulder, "On the contrary Marrow, I am being sensible. You win some, you lose some, accept that and let's get going."

"I don't lose to the X-Men. Got that? You can go ahead and cower into a corner, while I do all the work, ONCE AGAIN." I turned around to do my business, and his furry blue hand gripped mine.

"Think about this Sarah."

I furiously jerked my hand out of his, "No, maybe you need to think about this." And that was it; I walked through the door, and looked around. I needed some sort of way to hide, to ambush them.

"Ah' think their hideout is 'round this corner"

I looked up; there we go, up in the top of the sewer. There was a mess of pipes, entangling with one another. It would be perfect. I made my way up the wall, and got comfortable up there. I yanked out two enormous bones from my back, holding one in each hand, ready to attack.

"That open door, it must be it." Ah, the Weather Witch…Storm, second in command of the X-Geeks.

The redheaded one, or Phoenix, closed her eyes, "No one is in there. It's empty."

"What'a we gonna do now Cyke, now dat dey both gone?" Gambit asked, putting away his powered-up deck of cards.

Perfect I thought, they really believed no one else was there. I got ready to jump down and attack, as Wolverine spoke up.

"Nah, we aint alone," he jerked his head up toward my hiding position, "Looks like the party's still on." Before I knew what was happening, I saw Wolverine's harsh face next to mine, "Hey there, spiky, care to dance?"

I back flipped off of the pipes, and landed on the bottom of the sewers, surrounded by the other members of the X-Men. I drew in a deep breath, this is it Sarah, time to show 'em what you're made of. I flung one of the bone-daggers at the leader of these losers, Cyclops.

Suddenly Rogue knocked me to the ground, "Now come on sug'ah, that really ain't too polite of ya."

I glared at her as I forced a small blade of bone into her shoulder. I jumped up, breaking off two large bones from my leg, and getting in a defensive position.

"Where are the blueprints Marrow?" Cyclops asked plainly.

I laughed, "Yeah, because I am just gonna hand them to you on a silver platter. Think again you one-eyed freak." He fired one of his optic blasts at me, but I dodged it with out breaking a sweat, "That all you got? Come on, you're the X-Men, show me what ya got!"

"With pleasure." Wolverine leapt from the top of the sewers, landing in front of me, "Are we gonna do this the easy way or the hard way?" The familiar *snikt * sound came from his claws popping from his knuckles.

Cautiously I took a step back, "Which way d'ya think I'd prefer?"

"Same way as I would." He lunged toward me, slashing his claws like some kind of crazy animal.

I defended myself, kicking his arms out of reach of myself, occasionally delivering a kick to his face. As I turned around to run further back for a better fight, I ran into a stonewall,

"Now the fun begins." He snarled

"I do believe you are right." Dark Beast and a few of his accomplices jumped from the darkness. He took a hold of Wolverine by the neck, "This is fun."

I smiled, "Looks like you ain't the coward I thought you were."

"No time for conversation, behind you."

I swung around to see one of the Cajun's cards flying at me. I ducked, barely avoiding the explosion.

I looked at the X-Men and Darky's friends, each embroiled in their own little battle. This is what I lived for, violence. It gave me such a pleasure; it was what I thrived off of.

"What the hell?" I felt myself being thrown into a huge metal pip by a powerful blast of air. The impact shoved my own projecting bones into my own back. I cringed at the pain it caused, trying not to show emotion, but it was impossible. I looked up to see the Mistress Of The Elements gazing at me, her shimmering white eyes challenging me to a duel.

I stumbled forward, reaching for one of my daggers, but as I was doing so, I saw a blinding streak of lightning before me, as it struck my body a painful energy rushed through me, sending me down to the ground.

"Please, do not make this difficult, just tell me where the blueprints are." Her voice was calm and serene, yet it had almost had an aggressive-tone to it.

I gritted my teeth as I sat up, "Not…gonna happen…lady." I tried to stand back up, but the damage caused by the bones in my back, and the burns on my body; they were just throbbing with pain. I couldn't manage to get myself back up.

"You do not know the importance of those plans Marrow. They will destroy all in the simple human race." She walked closer to me.

"No shit, why the hell do you think I stole 'em in the first place?"

"How's your progress Storm?" Cyclops had taken out the one he was fighting, and began to walk toward us.

She shook her head, "She refuses to talk."

"Damn right I refuse to talk!" I whipped a huge bone at Cyclops. It thrust into his shin, and he fell to the ground. I looked over my shoulder, and saw Rogue and Jean; their backs were turned to me. I hurled another bone at them, with the last of my strength. I heard both of the ladies screams as my head dropped to the ground.

"STORM, get…rid…of her," Cyclops ordered from his position on the ground, "before…she hurts anyone else!" He must've given her more orders, but I couldn't make any of them out. I had kind of slipped into semi consciousness. I could make out some of what was happening, but not much. I remembered seeing a blurry vision of Storm above me, and seeing her hand thrust downward, plunging into my chest, ripping my skin open, and gripping my heart, literally grasping my beating heart. The last thing I saw before I passed out was the Weather Witch holding my heart in a bloody hand.