© Autumn Raine

A/N: Wow! I'm so happy people like this ficcie. :D

Ok, to clear some stuff up....Yes, this is after Season too. Mystique is back, you all will find out why...this chapter. The Brotherhood is all back together, well has Mystique back anyway. And you'll find out all the nitty-gritty in the soon chappies. :D Keep tuned!

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....Why me...?


"So I can have my freedom. An' all I have to do to battle the X-Men?" Veronica raised a brow, her arms folded over her chest. Strands of her hair fell over her shoulders, and down the sides of her face. Slate-grey eyes looked at the five curiously, trying to get the exact details of their purpose. Did both sides have the same values?

"Yes, Veronica. I came back to them so that we could have you on our side. Honestly Veronica. We need more on our side." Mystique had her arms folded over her chest as well.

"Bet you 5 bucks she leaves again, yo." Todd whispered to Freddy.

The large teenager relpied with a chuckle. "I bet ya 10."

"Stop it you two." Pietro snapped at the two. "We-have-no-money-anyway. Bet-or-no-bet."

"I don't know. You guys really need me?" Veronica looked to Mystique with a bit of hope. She actually, for once in her life, felt wanted and accepted. They wouldn't turn their back on her too, would they..?

"Yes. We need you." Mystique nodded, then added a sly smile. ...This is going to be an excellent plan...



...."What do you mean you saw her leave, Porcupine?!" Logan grabbed Evan by the collar of the shirt and lifted him off the ground. Brows and lids were narrowed, and lips parted back as he snarled.

"She-She just left! She smashed your machines and hopped right over the gates!" Evan squirmed helplessly, his voice cracking a bit with fear.

"You're tellin' me she trashed those machines herself?" He snarled again, inching his face at Evans.

"Yea." Evan blinked, hoping there wasn't the worst ahead.

Logan dropped the boy to the ground; clenched fists releasing his blades from his hands. His nostrils flared as he sniffed the air. Eyes darted about the front of the mansion, looking at the thicket of leaf-less trees. "Somethin' tells me somebody went to meet her." Of course he knew who it was.

"Logan, it is all a possiblity..." Xavier rolled up behind Logan, arms on his armrest.

"Possiblity, Charles. It's definate. Mystique came back. She knows." Logan growled lowly, not bothering to face Xavier.

"I know, Logan...I know.." Xavier lifted his eyes up to Logan, then looked over to Ororo. With a nod, she knew exactly what it meant.....



....Veronica looked at the house she was now going to call her home. It was...well...crappy. Shingles were falling off the sides, windows were broken, the front door was hanging off it's hinges, and...the grass and all other shrubbery were dead.

Looking over at the side of the house, she caught glimpse of a blonde haired girl...she must have been about her age. The girl chuckled as she threw something at the side of the house, then covered her ears. She squealed with excitement as she put her hands over her ears, and part of the rotted deck blew to pieces. "Ba-Boom!" She cried.

"I guess that's Boom-Boom." Veronica shrugged. She smiled, maybe she'd have some fun herself. Blades sprung out from her fists as she approached the house, boots clunkling with each step up the stairs.

"Hey there, gurlie!" Tabby looked up from where she was to Veronica. "Cool blades ya got there. Lemme guess, you're Logan's kid? Wow. We have some funky family trees!"

Spinning around and facing her, she narrowed her brows and lids; her smile faded off her lips. "What the hell are you talkin' about?"

"Whoa. Touchy Touchy, Bladey Gurlie." Tabitha headed back down the stairs.

"What are you talkin' about? Family Trees?"

"Well...First of all...You know Blue?" Tabby spun around to face her again, hands at her waist.

"That fuzzy kid who's blue at the Institute? Wit' that annoyin' accent?"

"Yup. Anyway, his mom...is Mystique. And they're on different sides. Funky, huh?"

"So you're sayin' if I am Logan's daughter, I'd be on the other side?" She raised a brow. This whole thing was a bit confusing.

"Well. It doesn't really matter. Whatever you choose to do, is what you do. I guess it's weird for Blue and Mystique. Imagine that, fighting your kid." Tabitha shook her head.

"But I'm not his kid. I can't be, you hear me?" Veronica snapped, raising a bladed fist up infront of her.

"Whoa. Got'cha Bladey Gurlie. Just keep your blades to yourself, kay?" Tabitha blinked.

Veronica turned, and headed inside the house. "Holy Shit..."..She muttered under her breath as she looked around. Paint was peeling off the walls, wooden doorways were splintering and frail looking, window sills were curved and deformed from what must have been water that seeped from the glass's cracks, and stains darkly patterned the musty, faded carpets. Boots clunked upon the stairs, occasionally hopping over the stray box of pizza lining the side of the stairs.

Turning into the first room of the house, she peered about the empty room. Yet, the same musty, stained carpet lined the floors of the rooms. Fingertips trailed along the sides of the walls, pieces of faded, and wrinkling paint floated down to the ground. "Needs a paint job.." She sighed, and looked over to the window. Long, faded and torn red curtains hung down to the ground. Stopping infront of the window, she retracted her blades from her fist. With a quick slash of the fabric, it fell to the ground; the setting sun's light pouring down into the room. It's suttle, and orangey tones filled the dark room with a bit of life. "Well...that's an improvement."

Looking at the window, she noticed there was no glass at all in the window frame. Only a screen remained on the other side. She pushed up the empty frame so that the screen was now the only barrier for her to the outside. Smiling a bit, she looked down to what was outside her window. Hmph. A tree. But, hey! It was alive! A living tree in view was a plus than the dead grass and shrubs that were all over the front of the house.

"What are you doing in here?" A voice called out to her, a bit deep and husky in tone. Familiar...

Spinning around to the door, slate-grey eyes lifted to the buff figure that was in the doorway. "It's my room." She said lowly, wrinkling her nose as she tried to pick up his scent.

Large boots pounded on the ground towards Veronica, and she pressed herself against the window sill with every step. Her blades on her other hand sprung out as she put them on the sill to support her. She gritted her teeth as the figure's face came into view. "What the hell do you want now?"

The figure's face was met with the gleaming sunlight, and angular features were struck and shadowed with the light. Logan. It was Logan. But, why couldn't Veronica pick up his scent...?

"What the hell do you want?" She repeated, pulling back a bladed fist as if she were threatening to strike him.

Instantly, he grabbed her wrist with his large hands; crushing her bones with ease. "I came to get rid of you. You chose not to be on our side..."

Veronica whinced with pain, then snarled at him. "You'll never get rid of me!" She went to drive her other bladed fist into his stomach.

"I don't think so.." He growled, his other hand grabbing her wrist. Once again, she whinced in pain. Blades sunk back into her skin, and she dropped to her knees in pain. He crushed her bones, she never broke a bone that bad before. She could feel them beginning to swell, and pulsate; each beat of her heart sending even more and more pain to her wrists.

"Should I end your life now...?" Logan growled down to her. He snarled loudly, throwing her to the wall.

Veronica flew at the wall, her body slamming the wall with a loud thud; then falling lifelessly down to the ground. Battered wrists stung with pain, as her tormented back felt twisted and strained. She panted loudly, trying to breathe. It felt like bricks were on her chest as she tried to get up, she must have at least broken a rib or two from being thrown. "Wh-Why...?"

"Why.." He snapped. "I should have long ago. No one wants you, Veronica. You don't fit anywhere."

She could hear his own blades coming out from his fists. But no. She couldn't have him end her life now. What if she got severly beaten and slashed? Would she actually die? Would they not heal? Her legs were fine, but her wrists were so sore. Squirming a bit, she managed her get her feet to the ground and push herself up with her elbow. She stummbled, looking quite drunken, out of the room.

Logan snarled, a bladed fist slamming into the wooden wall as he missed her neck. He followed her quite quickly after he jutted his fist out of the wall.

Veronica stummbled down the stairs, and feet pounded out of the door. She tripped as she went down the stairs, rocks on the dusty path causing her to trip even more. Big, clunky boots were her draw back when she had no control, and the pain, the pain was worsening in her hand. Never had she felt a pain so severe. She felt as if she were giving up. Her pace slowed, her body weakened, and soon, she fell to the ground upon the street. She made it pretty far from the Home in that pain she was in, she managed to get away...or did she...?

Street lamps began to glow with a dim, tainted yellow; illuminating the dusk that lumed over Bayville. The approaching night's chill air ran over her lifeless body on the side of the street, her spine feeling so distorted from before. Breathing in short, quick breaths eased the crushing pain; that blow to the wall shocked her body. It's a miracle I got out of there....She closed her eyes tightly, her wrists shooting with pain that trailed up her arms.

"So you came outside so everyone could see the slaying of a mutant...?"..Logan appeared above her, blades on his hands shining from the lights of the street lamps.

Veronica openned her eyes, her vision blurred by pain and translusant tears. Her mouth openned, and she choked on the air she inhaled. She couldn't speak. The pressure on her chest was too much..Ribs had to be broken...

"I guess so..." Logan growled lowly, and picked up Veronica from the ground. His large hand retracted it's claws as he picked her up by the neck, dangling her a good 10 inches off of the ground.

Strands of her hair fell over her eyes, partially shielding him from view. So this is how it ends...This is how it ends....His grip about her neck was tightening, and she gaped helplessly for air. Her hands were useless with no control of her wrists. Her legs were tired from running, her back almost screaming with pain.

"You should have just stayed with us, Veronica. We wouldn't have to come and hunt you down." Logan growled, lifting his other bladed hand up infront of her face. A sick, sly grin flashed over his angular face and he put the blade's tips upon her stomach gently.

Gaping that last breath of air, she let out a painful squeal; her arms dangling at her sides lifelessly. She tried. She tried to get herself out of it. But she couldn't, no matter what. Why couldn't she move her hands? Were they that crushed?

Logan's eyes flashed a bit of a yellow, as he grinned. "I'm sure he'll miss you..." Blades sunk into the flesh on her stomach and pierced through on the other side. Pulling them out, he sunk them into her stomach once more, creating fresh new holes in her abdomen and piercing them once more through the other side.

She felt blackness begin to cloud her vision as he continued to drill his blades into her flesh. Pain...so much pain at once. It was so new to her. This was so much more pain then she'd ever felt before. His hand about her neck loosened as he felt her breathing slow down and his blades sunk it's fifth and final time into her body. Her body fell down to the ground. But, the ground felt moist to her. Darkness continued to cloud over her eyes, beginning to excase her in a dark casket. She could still feel the moist puddle begin to grow below her, and blood dribble down the corners of her mouth. How come her wounds weren't closing quickly? What did he do to her?

Slate-grey eyes moved about in her sockets, searching for a place to see. Pupils landed upon Logan's figure, his blades covered in her crimson blood. He looked to her with a smirk as her blood trickled down his blades to the ground. "He'll miss you..." Logan repeated.

..Who will miss me...Who...He..?..She thought wearily, pupils staring at Logan lifelessly and lids hardly even blinked. Who would miss her? She didn't know anyone....

Logan retracted his blades, his smirk still on his face. Suddenly, his figure began to change as a bit of a shine traced over his body. As darkness clouded over her pupils to finally shield her eyes, she saw the faint figure of a woman. A woman?....

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O.o; So. You like? Wow. Didn't think I could write something like that. But, not as much blood as I thought I was going to type. Oh well. Anyway. R+R. This will be continued once I type it. Maybe a day or two. I have some projects due that I didn't type. e.e; Oops.