Is hellish even a word

Is hellish even a word? I don't know, but it is now, hope you like it, its getting better * grins * and no the x-men still aren't mine

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If there is one thing I loved about coming to the mansion, it was the bathtub. I would let myself get lost in the fragrance of the bath beads that I would drop in, and let all my thoughts fade away for the small amount of time I was immersed in the warm water. But, of course, as soon as I stepped out, the thoughts would come rushing back into my mind with out any haste, reminding me that my life was still a living hell, just maybe not as hellish as before.

As I was wrapping a towel around myself, I heard someone outside my door.

"Sarah? Ya in there?"

I sighed, can't I get just one minute to myself without any interruptions? Apparently not, "WHAT?! I'm in the bath!" I screamed, somewhat lying, but if it would buy me some alone time, then it didn't hurt.

"Ya need ta get out, the Professor's called an emergency meeting." Rogue yelled back, still outside my door.

"NOW?"

"YES! Now! Hurry up, an' get in there!" I heard her footsteps leaving down the hall.

I sighed and slammed my fists against the bathroom counter, Damn that old man! I quickly got dressed and ran my fingers threw my dripping hair.

"Ah, Sarah, so glad you could join us." The Professor said, with somewhat of a hidden tone of sarcasm.

I nodded, and leaned against the doorway. The only seat left was one between Logan and Storm, and there wasn't no way in hell I'd take that seat.

"You all are probably wondering why I have called you here."

Everyone in the room nodded in agreement.

"I have been keeping a mental link on Dark Beast, and have sensed some hostility in him. Last night, I was able to make a quick mental connection to his mind, discovering a small part of his big plan."

"What is it Professor?" Scott asked, looking all leader-like, and seemingly concerned by all this; the usual stick-up-his-ass one-eye.

Professor Xavier quickly responded, "He and his team are planning an attack on the mansion this very evening, around seven or eight I believe. They hope to eliminate you all, in order to complete his master plan."

After everyone had taken this into consideration, Jean inquired further, "Have you detected what his 'master plan' is yet?"

The Professor gravely shook his head, "No I am afraid I have not."

I looked down at my feet, I knew his plan, all of it, but I wasn't sure if the supposed high and mighty X-Men would want, or trust, any information from sewer-scum me.

"So, my X-Men, all I am able to tell you, is be prepared for an attack tonight. Be sure that all the students are confined to their rooms. That is all."

I waited a while, and as I turned to leave, I heard Chuck's voice behind me, "Sarah, may I have a word with you?"

I turned back, "What?"

"Do you know anything about this?"

I gave him a falsely confused look, "About what?"

He sighed, "Never mind. Sarah, tonight, when this 'battle', if you will, begins, it would be helpful if you put all your petty differences with the other members aside, and just focus on the fight, understood?"

"Whatever." I replied walking out of the room. So now what, I questioned myself, do you fight against your once-was friend, or against your current rivals? Seemed like an easy problem to answer, but it wasn't.

My thoughts were centered on that big issue as I ambled my way into the kitchen.

"Bon jour petite, decide to power up before da big kick-dark-beast's-ass mission ta'night?"

I shrugged, and opened the refrigerator door. I searched through the contents for something that looked appealing. I found some left over pizza enclosed in plastic wrap. I took out a couple slices and tossed them in the microwave.

"Ain't you excited fo' your first big fight?"

I peered through the window on the microwave, checking on my lunch, "I'm excited, can't you tell?" I turned toward him with an inexpressive look.

Remy laughed, "Dat excited, eh?"

"Yeah, that excited." I pulled out my pizza and dropped them on a paper plate, and took a seat across from him, "So what are these missions of yours like? Do you just take orders from one-eye and Storm, while trying to beat whoever your fighting?"

Remy, who had lit up a cigarette earlier, took it out of his mouth, exhaling a wisp of smoke, "I's not like dat, we work as a team Sarah, we keep an eye out fo' eachoder, and do our job."

I finish my first slice of pizza, "Sounds like tons of fun." I took a sip from my drink

He shook his head, "Ya don't understand. When we get out dere, and we be fightin', I's like a team effort, and you get such a energy rush." He noticed the cynical expression on my face, "Nava min', you'll know what I'm talkin' about when you get out dere." He put the cigarette back in his mouth.

I stared at him; he was the only one I could really confide in. Maybe if I told him everything I knew, it could help out the team a little, "Remy, uh, I…there's something I want…no need, to tell you."

Before I could say anything, Logan walked into the kitchen, grabbing one of his beers from the six-pack in the fridge. He popped open the top and took a quick gulp, before standing behind me and whispering something in my ear, soft enough so Remy couldn't hear, "You listen up Marrow. I know there's something you aint tellin' us. I can smell it ya. And if I find it out what it is, your ass'll be mine." He stood up.

I rolled my eyes, "You can try old-man."

He growled, "Old?"

Just then Scott came sprinting around the corner, with a troubled look, "They're here."