Disclaimer: Contrary to the last disclaimer, I am no longer a frog. I am a gorf, a frog that skaorc instead of croaks.

Hm, had to up the rating a bit here. Sorry.

------o(O)o------

"Let me go," hissed Siannagh. She struggled, but it was no use; this strange boy had tied her with extremely strong bonds to the hard wooden chair and was in the process of sneering at her. She cringed in fear and tried again to free herself.

"Stop struggling," he said; the first words he had spoken directly to her. Before then he had muttered malevolently, too fast for her to understand. Siannagh froze as he approached, pushing herself bag against the chair uselessly. He knelt down in front of her and Siannagh wished with all her might that her legs were free so she could kick him hard in the face. He stared at her for a while without speaking, and when he did speak, his voice was cold and unhappy. "You shouldn't have done that."

"Done what?" she asked, controlling the shiver in her voice and body that would give away her terror. "I haven't done anything."

"Kissed him."

"Who?"

"That man you were with in the park!" he yelled, his eyes narrow. "You're mine and you shouldn't have betrayed me!"

"I'm not yours, I don't even know you," she said incredulously, her voice full of disgust. "I recognise you, but I don't know where from."

"Do I mean that little to you that you forget me?" he said. "You danced with me."

"I dance with a lot of people, that doesn't make me theirs."

"Shut up!"

He stood himself up and stumbled back. He was gone before Siannagh could see him move and he was back in the same amount of time. Her eyes blurred in shock and she felt nauseous as she saw the glint of sharp metal in his hand. He brandished the knife in her face with a twisted leer.

"Don't hurt me," she whimpered, pulling her head back as far away from him as possible. "I didn't mean to do this to you. I'm sorry."

"You've hurt me far more than a knife ever could!" he screamed, his voice ripping through her ears. "You evil scum. You dance with me, you stay in my mind unmoving, filling my head with this, then you say you didn't mean to!"

"You're insane," she whispered, half hoping he wouldn't hear her but unable to control her voice. "You're twisted, and you have the nerve to call me scum. You're the one who has kidnapped a woman from her date with her partner, bringing me to this dump of a house and tying me up, how can you say I'm evil? You've cracked! You're mental!"

"Don't call me that!"

"Why not? It's the truth! Untie me, I have a child, you can't keep me tied up here forever!" she demanded, her face flushing in anger. Pietro stared unblinkingly at her for a long while while her breath came in short, fury-filled gasps and her eyes were filled with hatred. "Let. Me. Go."

"I can't," he said, his voice now quieter as he attempted to calm himself. The knife was still precariously close to her chest. "You have a child? That brat was yours?"

"Salla is not a brat," she spat, scowling deeply. "Let me go."

"No," he said. "We can be happy. You can stay here until we've got enough money to buy a new house, then we'll have our own children and a dog."

Her eyebrow arched. "I'm already in love, you can't force people to like you and live with you."

"We're going to be *happy*," he stressed, glaring at her. "Whether you like it or not."

"You can't keep me here forever!" she shouted. "Remy will find me, he'll tell the Professor and he'll find me with that mind thingy. You'll be in so much trouble."

"I- I won't," he said, his voice turning nervous as the true impact of what he had just done rose into his mind. "They'll understand that you're happy with me and not them."

"I'm not happy with you."

"You will be," he hissed. "Just wait."

-----o(O)o-----

Remy fell through the door of the mansion with no breath left, his knees weak from the speed at which he had run back. Logan was in the process of walking though the hall and the poor man practically dropped with a heart attack at the sudden noise in such a quiet time of the day.

"Remy?" he said with a frown. "Why - What are you doing?"

"Where's - the Professor?" he gasped, steadying himself before attempting to walk again. "Siannagh. She's gone. He took her."

"Who took her?"

"The really fast boy with the white hair."

"*Pietro*?" Logan said, disbelieving. "Why did he take her? Where?"

"I don't know, hurry, where's the Professor?"

"Charles is in his study. I'm coming with you."