Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men: Evolution, or any other Marvel or WB property.

Notes: Okay, gotta write this fast. I'm gonna go see "Freddy Vs. Jason in a couple of hours. I'm one of those freaks that has to get to the movie theater, like, two hours early. I blame film school. Anyhow, as always, thanks for reading. Roguehobbit noticed a problem in the last chapter, which I hopefully fixed here. And, um, well. . .I guess that's it. See ya at the end of the chapter.

Roguehobbit: Once again, your attention to detail has caught a mistake. I apologize. Wow, you have a critical eye! Don't worry about it, though. I'm glad that you pay attention to the details and help me when I need it. Anyhow, I explain it in this chapter.

Raskolion Phoenix: You have no idea how right you are with the comparison to Kingdom Hearts. Keep reading!

Equavetporsche: Well, Mojo was more of an Excalibur villain than an X-Men villain, but he showed up in the comics every now and then before Excalibur. He even created the Baby X-Men. Glad you like the story so far.

To everyone else: I'm really tired, and must sleep. More shout outs later.

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Mojo was sitting atop his platform, which was capering back and forth, looking at his new prisoners. Each was unconscious and strapped upright in a containment unit. Mojo couldn't have been more excited. Not only did he have five new "stars," he also had the two reigning shows on television under his control. Scott and Kurt were ratings giants. Neither knew where they were, or how to get out. Not that it would matter if they did get out. They had no way back to their own plane of existence. Now he only had one decision to make. Should he send the Warwolves out after the other two who had escaped, or should he send The Agent?

"Mojo, Sir, what should be done with the other two outworlders?" Major Domo asked.

"Quiet! Can't you see that I'm thinking?" Mojo barked.

"I apologize, Sir." Major said, bowing to Mojo.

"Yes, Major, well, don't worry about it. I'm getting used to you kowtowing and bowing to me." Mojo said airily. "I think. . .we'll send the Warwolves after them."

"Yes, Sir. The Warwolves." Major said, backing out of the room.

Major Domo walked out of the door and down the hallway. Once a safe distance away, he turned his head, looked at the door through which he had just exited, and rolled his eyes.

"You fat bastard. Someday you'll pay for all of this." Major said. "Kowtowing to you, indeed."

Picking up his step, Major passed over three doors on his right and then entered through the fourth door. Inside was a single chair in a spotlight. Sitting in that chair was The Agent. The Agent was male, and very tall. Nearly over eight feet tall. His skin was completely gray, and had the texture of an old man. He was not old however, and his muscles were clearly defined. His head gave a skull-like appearance, with the skin stretched thin over his face. He had a little hair on his head, all clipped short, but was mostly bald. When Major Domo entered the room, a ghost of a grin passed over his face.

"And what did Mojo say?" The Agent asked.

"Mojo would rather the Warwolves be released into the sewer system." Major said.

"Well, if that's what Mojo wants, I guess that my services are not needed." The Agent said, getting up from his chair.

"Wait. You're services may still be needed. I don't know what Mojo plans on doing with his captives after he kills the two who escaped. However, if the others try to escape, it would be good to have their "contracts" on hand." Major said.

"Then I suppose you want me to wait here?"

"Indeed. Please wait here." Major said, backing out of the room. Major Domo didn't trust The Agent anymore than he would trust Mojo with his life. However, it was good to have the both of them on his side. For now. Neither knew what he had planned, and Major liked to keep it that way.

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Kitty felt along the wall of the sewer, trying her best to see in complete darkness. She wished she had Logan's or Kurt's ability to see in the dark, but she didn't. Her senses were pretty much as normal as any other human being's. So she was forced to feel her way through the sewers, looking for Logan. She had seen him being thrown into the sewer, and had seen the security drones close the manhole after him. She knew that wouldn't hold Logan for long, but the only escape route she saw possible at the moment was to go underground, and hope to find Logan.

Breathing was really beginning to become something of a problem. The sludge that she had been walking through was the foulest smelling stuff she had ever breathed in. And it seemed like the more that she stirred it up, the stronger it smelled. Every once in awhile, she could hear noises like rats squeaking close to her. She knew that this world was completely different from her own, and she didn't even want to begin to imagine what the Mojoverse's version of rats would look like.

Ahead of her, she finally heard a sound that was different, almost the sound of breathing.

"Logan?" she whispered, hoping that if it were him his sensitive ears would pick up on it.

There was no answer.

"Logan?" she asked again, a little louder this time.

Suddenly two horrendously bright eyes opened about fifteen feet in front of her. Each had irises like a cat, and the light that emanated from them was horribly bright, as if they doubled for spotlights. In one horrendous moment, she realized that was probably just what they were. Spotlights that the creature attached to them used to see its prey in the dark. She froze just as it began to rush towards her. She watched it come toward her, the proverbial deer in the headlights. She could tell that it slithered like a snake by the sound it made as it moved toward her. A slight rustling sound, as if its belly was dragging along the floor. It began to mewl as it came closer, and she imagined that she could hear some type of clicking. She turned to run into the darkness when she realized that the sound was real, and it was probably the things jaws. When it saw her run, it quickened its pace.

Kitty ran blindly, tripping over the filth filling the sewer. The things eyes, and the lights coming from within them, acted almost as a sort of "headlight" for her, and she could see where she was running. And what she had been running through. Fecal waste and the decaying bodies of dead creatures were covering the floor, and her lower half. She was crying from disgust and fear as she ran for her life. Her instincts kicked in, and she turned right into the wall, phasing through it. She ended up in another sewer tunnel, and had just began to breath again when the thing crashed through the wall as well. It reared up toward the top of the tunnel, and because of the lights from its eyes spilling over the walls, she got a pretty good look at it. It was segmented, like a caterpillar. It did indeed move like a snake, but it had six small sets of arms close to its mouth. Its mouth was like something from a horror movie, and Kitty screamed before taking off again. It whipped its head towards her, and took off after her.

Kitty phased through wall after wall, and the thing broke through wall after wall chasing her. She knew that she couldn't chance going topside with all of the security drones likely to still be looking for her. She was considering phasing through the floor when she heard a feral growl in front of her. Skidding to a halt, Kitty threw her arms up in front of her and phased. At that moment, the thing slithered up to her, reared its head back, and promptly had it sliced off by a hand with three blades protruding from it.

"You okay, Half Pint?" she heard Logan ask.

Kitty opened her eyes, and though she couldn't see, she knew that Logan was standing in front of her.

"Mr. Logan!" she cried out and fell forward, into him.

Logan held her close, grateful that she was still alive.

"You smell awful, darlin'." He said.

Kitty began to giggle into his shoulder as she held him closer.

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Scott was almost bored now. He was sitting down on a tombstone, kicking at the fake earth. He could still hear the laughter in the distance, but all that he could do was shake his head. He had been here for what felt like forever, and nothing had changed. He heard one of those little things bellow, and he turned to his right, nonchalantly hitting the button on his visor and blowing the little beast apart. He sighed to himself, looking down at the ground.

"It seems like these things love to announce their appearance." Scott thought, hearing another bellow behind him. He dropped down to the ground and blew another one apart. "At least I have that working for me."

The ground was littered with remains of the little beasts. Scott figured that he must have destroyed at least forty of them by now, but he had quit counting after twenty-five of them. Sighing to himself yet again, he backed up against another tombstone and looked at the back of his leg. It was still pretty sore, but at least he had the first aid kit with him. Otherwise, it would probably be festering by now. The clapping was dying off, as was the laughter, and it seemed quiet for the first time since he had come to. . .well, wherever it was that he was stuck.

Scott looked back up at the tombstones. They all had nonsense written on them. Looking down at the ground, he pulled away the grass. All that was underneath it was metal grating. Shaking his head, he began to think. He hated the fakeness of everything. It was almost as if it were a danger room run that he was stuck in. Blinking, he came back to that thought again. Looking around, Scott looked everywhere for a way out, but the cemetery stretched in every direction.

"What the hell?" Scott thought, looked up, and pressed his visor button. A beam shot upwards through the sky, and then hit something. Scott jumped up, his mouth open. "What in the hell could I have hit. It's all air!"

Stone fell down upon him, and he dodged several very large pieces before it stopped. Looking at the ground, he could see what looked like pieces of a building. Shaking his head, he looked back up. He could see. . .the night sky. But it looked different. It looked as if he had shot a hole in the night sky, and he could see another sky through it. It looked different. Creepier, somehow.

Scott never heard the gas. He simply fell to the ground asleep, and never saw the lights on the stage that he was in come up. He never saw the two figures come in wearing gas masks. He didn't feel them pick him up, and carry him out of a door, into a hallway.

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Kurt stood up to his full height, and the audience began to cheer louder and louder. Turning in circles, Kurt looked for a hint of where the attack would be coming from. His best guess was the giant set of double doors on one side of the arena. Kurt then ran around, looking for anything that he could use as a weapon. Passing one decaying body, Kurt spied within and saw a long, thin bone inside of it, blunt on one side, sharp on the other.

"Vell, vhen in Rome." He muttered, and ripped the bone out of the animal. Small scavenger bugs were all over it, and he quickly shook them off. The crowd began to cheer louder.

"Ladies and gentlemen, for our first fight of the evening, put your hands together for the Wyvern!" the voice boomed.

The crowd was now cheering like crazy, and Kurt watched as the double doors slowly opened. There was nothing but darkness behind the doors, and Kurt began to breathe hard, wondering what would be coming out of them. He stooped low to the ground, ready to spring backward. He could hear wind rushing out, and then it flew out at him. It was the size of a large lion. It had purple skin, and wings. All in all, it looked like a small dragon with a pointed head. It flew straight at him, kicking outward with its powerful hind legs. Kurt saw claws rushing at him, and flipped over backwards. The Wyvern hit the ground where he had been standing, and he turned a spin kick to its head, knocking it to the ground. It turned to face him again, and growled.

Kurt leapt backwards out of the way just as its tail slammed into the ground. It was now on all fours, and continued to beat at him with its tail. He jumped, flipped and dodged out of its way, but not fast enough. Its tail finally caught him, and the force of its hit made him fly backwards into another creatures dead body. He hit hard, and gasped for breath. The Wyvern flew at him again, and he lashed out with the bone he had found. The sharp end caught the Wyvern's right wing, tearing it apart. It screamed loudly, whipping its body around and hitting Kurt with its tail again. This time it pounced on him, and he could feel its claws digging into his shoulders. Kurt moaned in pain and then disappeared.

The Wyvern looked down at the space where Kurt had once been, confused. Looking to its right when it heard a sound like "bamf," it barely registered that Kurt was standing there before it was knocked unconscious by the blunt end of his weapon. Kurt leaned on the bone for support, standing over the fallen body of the Wyvern. Panting, he looked into the audience. A few of the fat creatures were even standing on their feet, clapping for him. Kurt didn't know this, but that was quite the feat. They were actually giving him a standing ovation.

Soon the applause died down, and Kurt fell to the ground.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Kurt has defeated the Wyvern!" the announcer screamed. "Now, watch as Kurt claims his victory by killing the Wyvern!"

Kurt's head suddenly came up, looking into the screens and speakers. They expected him to. . .kill. . .this creature? He thought it over for a moment, wondering what would happen, what they would do, if he didn't kill it. Finally, he shook his head, ashamed at the thought.

"Nein." He said, and then screamed to the audience. "Nein! I vill not kill it! Ze battle is over! I've defeated it vizout killing it, and I von't kill it now!"

For the first time, the audience actually booed him.

Kurt smiled.

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Xavier sat in his office. He hadn't slept all night, and was beginning to worry. Longshot had left with his students, Logan, and Ororo almost twenty- four hours ago. That felt like a very long time to him. Sitting in his office, his conversation with Logan and Longshot before they had left came back to him.

"Logan, Longshot, I'll give you thirty-six hours. After that, if you don't come back, I'll be sending in the second team. I only pray that this course of action will be unnecessary." Xavier had said.

"Sure, Charles. But don't worry, we'll have them back before it comes to that." Logan had said, walking out of the room.

Longshot had stayed behind.

"Professor Xavier, I just want to ask you, are you sure about sending these. . .children. . .to the Mojoverse. I understand that they all have unique gifts, but I can't warn you enough about how dangerous my world is." Longshot had said.

"I understand, Longshot. But we have no other choice." Xavier had answered him.

Now, sitting in his office exactly one day later, Charles had begun to question that choice. Had he made the right decision? It seemed the only course of action at the time. Perhaps he should have just sent Logan and Ororo with Longshot. No. He had done the only thing that he could do. And now he would have to live with that decision, whether or not they ever returned. Sighing, Xavier put his hands on his head and lowered his head to the table.

"You have twelve more hours to prove me wrong, Logan." Xavier said to the empty room. "Please, God, let him prove me wrong."

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Scott woke up. His eyes fluttered open, and he already expected to be in some type of new, hostile environment. He had already been in a dead forest, a spaceship, and a cemetery. Perhaps now he'd be in a haunted house? Opening his eyes fully, he took in his surroundings, and couldn't believe it. His eyes were no longer just open. They were wider than they had ever been. In all his dreams, he could never imagine that this is where he'd end up after the last three places that he had been.

He was sitting, strapped to a chair, in an office. And sitting at a desk across from him was an older man. Scott read the gentlemen's name off of a plaque on his desk. Major Domo. Scott actually laughed with relief. He was saved. This person would help him find Kurt, and then help the two of them find their way home. What else could he possibly be here for. He looked like a man of authority, so he hoped that this nightmare would be over soon.

"Well, I see that you've finally awaken." Major Domo said.

"Please. Please help me." Scott said.

"Help you what?"

"Help me find my friend and get out of here. Please?" Scott begged.

"My dear boy, why ever would I want to do that?" Major asked.

Scott fixed the man with a look of fear, and realized that this man was not here to help him.

"You're not here to help me." Scott stated.

"No, not at all. That is of course, unless you can help me." Major said.

"Where am I?"

"The Mojoverse. It's an alternate universe from the one you reside in."

"What? An alternate dimension?" Scott asked.

"Yes. Is that so hard to believe?" Major asked.

"No, no I guess not." Scott said, shaking his head.

"Yes, well, listen to me, young man. You're trapped here, in a universe that is ruled by entertainment. You are currently a form of entertainment. A star in your very own television show. Exciting, no?"

"No. Listen, I'm personally amazed with myself for being able to take all of this in so well. So, do me a favor and cut to the chase. Are you offering me a deal? If I make this deal, can I go home? With my friend Kurt?" Scott asked, beginning to become extremely annoyed.

"Your friend Kurt is currently pulling in our highest ratings. He's Mojo's property." Major Domo said.

"Mojo?"

"The ruler of this world. Listen, you're situation is easy enough to fix. What I need you to do is sign this contract." Major Domo said, sliding a piece of paper across the desk.

"What for?" Scott asked.

"You're friend Kurt is currently the biggest star this world has ever seen. If you sign this contract, you'll be working for me. And I'll make you a bigger star. After Mojo is knocked off the high horse he's been on for the past dozen millennia, I'll restore you and your friend Kurt to your world. After I am the ruler of this one." Major Domo said.

"So what you're saying is that in this world, which is ruled by entertainment, you'll be the ruler if I sign this and continue to fight horrible monsters."

"Yes."

"And, if I manage to survive, after you become the ruler of this world, that you'll send Kurt and I home?" Scott said.

"Indeed." Major said, sitting back in his chair comfortably.

Scott paused for a moment before answering.

"Go to hell." Scott said.

A frown passed over Major Domo's face.

"I don't think that you understand the situation that you're in right now, son. Either you sign this contract and have at least some hope of returning home, or I'll send you out there to die." Major Domo snarled.

"Sorry. I don't make deals with scum."

Major Domo rushed to Scott's chair and backhanded his face. Scott's face fell to his left shoulder, his nose bleeding. Major Domo fixed Scott with a smile while he wiped the blood from his hand.

"Well, one way or another, you're gonna be a star." Major Domo said, and then clapped his hands twice.

Two security drones entered, their wings buzzing loudly within the room.

"Take this one to have his mind altered." Major Domo said, and then bent down to whisper into Scott's ear. "I think a little reunion of sorts is in order."

And with that, the two drones flew out of the room, Scott held between them.

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"What do we do now, Logan?" Kitty asked.

Kitty had calmed down a lot since she and Logan had ran into each other. She could actually think straight now that she wasn't alone.

"I don't know, Half Pint. This world is as strange to me as it is to you. Smells wrong." Logan said, taking a deep sniff.

"Smells bad, you mean. I'm covered in raw sewage." Kitty complained, looking at her legs.

The two were huddled against a wall in the sewers. They had finally found a source of light. It was just a lamp, but it seemed to be the only one down in these sewers. There was a platform next to it, where they could sit against the wall.

"Oh well, at least you're not standing in it anymore." Logan said.

"We could go up. I can hold you and we can phase up to the street." Kitty said.

"What if there're more of those wasp things up there? I couldn't take on twenty of those things alone, and no offense darlin', but you wouldn't be much help." Logan said.

"No offense taken." Kitty said, sighing and sitting back against the wall. "So what do we do?"

"What we'll do is rest here, and then continue on with the mission." Logan said.

"How?" Kitty asked.

"Well, we know where that Longshot guy was leading us. That arena. My senses are screwed up, sure, but I can get us back there. From there, we find the others, Scott, Kurt, and Longshot, and then get back to that lab. The Prof will be showing up there in about twelve hours."

"Why?" Kitty asked.

"Charles told me that if he didn't hear from us in thirty-six hours, that he'd be coming here with the New Mutants and Evan. That deadline is over in about twelve hours. So we need to do this pretty fast." Logan said, standing up.

At that moment, a horrible, unearthly screeching could be heard coming down the tunnel. Logan turned, facing the direction of the screech, and popped his claws out. Kitty stood immediately at his side.

The Warwolves had entered the sewers.

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Quick note:

Holy friggin' crap! If you are a fan of 80's horror movies, fly, don't walk or even run, to "Freddy Vs. Jason! That movie is so sweet you'll crap your pants! It pays tribute to everything that made 80's horror movies great (the body counts, the blood/gore, and the nudity, the bad acting)! I can't get over how much I loved that movie! I just got back, it's 2:35 a.m. (as of my writing of these notes), and I can't wait to see it again. Well, I hate building a movie up that much, but I'm a big fan of bad, cheesy horror, and this movie did both franchises justice. I'd even go so far as to say that I loved the fight between Freddy and Jason more than most of the fights in Matrix Reloaded. Yeah, I loved it that much.

Anyhow, all that aside, there's gonna be some major butt-kicking by Wolvie in the next chapter (not as much as Freddy Vs. Jason). There's gonna be some funny stuff between Minor Domo and Mojo (not as funny as what happens in Freddy Vs. Jason). And Mojo will find something new he wants (like when I found out how much I can't wait to own Freddy Vs. Jason on glorious DVD).

'Nuff said?

Later.