Disclaimer: Do I own X-men? Yes I do. I'm also Married to David Bowie and I have 19 of his children. (Don't I wish…actually I don't…I mean, I want kids but 19? Ow!)

And don't say you were surprised by the end of this chapter. I'm about as predictable as old faithful.

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Ororo followed Jean's gaze and shivered at what she saw. Victor was watching her with such an intensity it scared her. But, however she couldn't help herself, "Can I help you?" she asked him, with her hands place on her hips.

Victor looked her up and down and grinned. "Oh, I bet you could help me with something." His eyes did another survey of her body.

Ororo saw red at his antics. She walked over to him, but not close enough for him to grab her. And glared into his eyes,

"Ororo…Get away from him", jean said, moving towards the cell.

Ororo paid no mind to Jean, as she and Victor continued to stare each other down.

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*She's got blue eyes, Shit…I've always had a thing for blue eyes….I'm not looking away, she's going to be here for awhile if she thinks she's got a chance……My hands are itching to grab that hair.*

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Ororo was pissed and there was no way she was going to blink, but suddenly one of her locks of hair fell down into her eyes, causing her to realize what a stupid thing this was. And she put her hand into her hair and flicked it back. She leaned in just a little bit closer and said, "Fuck You", and she turned to face Jean.

The long hair of Ororo's flew towards Victor's face and his hand shot out and grabbed on to it. Pulling her closer to him, her body pressing to his through the spaces in-between the bars.

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*Oh, she's a tough one, but I'll change that, he hair…..It smells so good, And it's so soft.*

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Ororo gasped as she felt Victor move behind her, not ready for the hand that grabbed her hair. Ororo felt his body push against hers and for a split second, Ororo didn't mind it, #Wait! What am I thinking?# she began to struggle and Jean ran toward her and with a scalpel, cut Victor's arm, but he held on strong. His nose buried into Ororo's hair, and his left arm dropping down to caress Ororo's body.

The only thing Jean could think to do, was bury the scalpel deep into Victor's head. And with that, everything went black for Victor.



** 6 hours later**

"It seems as though the blade of the scalpel is lodged…" Jean's voice trailed on as Ororo scribbled in her Diary.



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Dear Diary,

Well, it seems as though Jean and I are in major trouble. Not as much as we could be but…Well, after Victor grabbed me all jean could think to do was shove the scalpel she had into the base of Victors neck, well, some how she thrust upwards and it lodged into a part of Victor's brain. Well, when Jean pulled out the scalpel, part of it had broken off. inside of Victor's brain. So, Professor Xavier is worried because if it hit the right pat of his brain, it could have caused Victor to go completely feral. Or he could be mentally disabled (like drooling and not able to control his bladder). Now Jean is explaining where the blade is lodged and it won't be that bad…but there could be some changes in his behavior.

Hold on…Xavier says Victor is waking up. Hold on.

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Ororo laid her diary on her chair and went over to the examination room's window and peered inside. There was Victor. His head shaved and the wound already healed. He moved slowly and turned to face the window. His eyes revealed he had no idea where he was. Xavier rolled his chair into the room, careful not to move to fast. "Victor?" he asked, Ororo came up behind him, ready to attack if necessary.

Victor shook his head and said, "Who the fuck's Victor?"