A/N: Allo. Ya'll requested more, so I'm gonna write more. Glad ya'll like it. I don't know where I'm gonna go with this, but we'll see, eh? Ah! I'm turning Canadian! *screams* Wait... Wolvie's Canadian..... Ooo, like that idea. Okay, enough yakking on my part and on wit' da story, capeche! PS:: The lyric is from "Blaze Of Glory" by Jon Bon Jovi.


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Believe it or not, Pietro did what he had been told. Fred and Tabby were on the phone with Ripley's, that is, until Ripley's hung up on them. Tabby tried to blow the phone up, but I wouldn't let her. She's currently up in her room, pissed off at me. Girls, I tell ya.


"Is she still sulking?" I asked Todd after he came back down from checking on her.


"Ya better believe it, yo! Her room startin' to look like Freddy's!" He said. Oh boy. Not good. Let me put it this way: you don't go in Freddy's room without a machete, shotgun, and lots of nerve.


"Sounds like she's on PMS!" Pietro called from the couch.


"And you ain't half the time?" Todd asked him. Pietro responded by throwing a pillow at him. Which he ducked easily. I rolled my eyes, and then heard a knock at the door.


"Who the hell be comin' here?" Freddy asked. (He was on the couch beside Pietro.)


"Dunno." I told him. I walked to the door and looked out the eye-hole thingy. I was surprised to see Kitty.


"Who is it Lance?" Pietro asked.


"You guys stay in here. I'll be back in a few minutes." I opened the door and stepped out, barely aware that I only had on my work boots, jeans, and a tank top three sizes too big. (Long story. Don't ask.) "Hey. Whatcha doin' here?"


"Um..... I came to talk...." She looked behind me. I turned around to see three sets of eyes peering out the window.


"C'mon, let's go for a walk." I headed down the steps and Kitty followed. When we were a considerable distance from the house, I spoke. "What do you want to talk about?"


"Like, why aren't you in school? Scott, like, said he saw you skippin' a few weeks ago." She said.


"I'm not in school anymore." I told her.


"You dropped out? Why?"


"Why else? To get a job to take care of them. I don't know if you've noticed or not, but we ain't exactly richies like ya'll." My accent was comin' out. (I'm originally southern. Georgia, to be exact.)


"But Lance, you could've come to us." Kitty told me.


"Oh yeah. 'Hey Xavier, can we borrow some money? I'm sorry, but the bosses didn't leave us nothin'.' Yeah, I can really see that happening. And besides, you'd just try and convince us to stay." I paused. It hit me. "That's why you're here, ain't it? You're trying to get me to defect, right?"


"No! I would never do that!"


"Yeah, face it, that's why you're here! Xavier sent ya didn't he? Didn't he? Huh? What no reply? I guess that's a yes, ain't it!" I yelled at here.


"No, not at all, I was just wondering...."


"Get the hell out of here!" I screamed.


"Lance, listen to me--" I cut her off.


"No. I'm sick of listening to you and the rest of ya! I'm on my own! We're on our own! So just phase your ass back to that fucking mansion of your's and leave us the hell alone! And here's a message for Xavier: he and the rest of you X-Freaks can go straight to hell for all I care! And that goes for you too, you scrawny little bitch!" I literally saw red. And in that red haze I saw her begin to cry. I shook my head and started walking away, back to the house.


"Lance! Avalanche! You don't mean that!" She ran up in front of me. "Tell me you don't mean that!" She was crying. I looked at her.


"Get out of my sight." I told her, my voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes went big, and then she ran off down the road. I watched her leave, my heart telling me to run after her, but I held my ground. I thought of a lyric, from a song I didn't remember the title of. 'I've seen love come, I've seen it shot down, I've seen it die in vain.'


I stood there for a few minutes, gazing up at the darkening sky. It was getting colder, and the wind was blowing, but I didn't care. I was too numb to feel. I walked slowly back to the house. When I got to the front door, I stopped once again. Sighing I opened it and walked in. I looked at the others, gathered in the living room, looking at me.


"Well? What did Kit-Kat want?" Pietro asked me.


"Nada." I said quietly. I walked upstairs to my room, and collapsed on the bed. Then I did something I hadn't done in years.


I cried.