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

Notes: Okay, time for a dirty, dirty secret to come out. I forgot a lot about the Warwolves. I remember a lot about their appearance, and how some of the X-Men and Excalibur dealt with them. But I don't remember certain things, so if you do remember, I hope you don't hate me when I make some changes for the story that I'm writing. Let's just say that the Warwolves were pretty nasty guys in the comics, and I've made them nastier here.

In other news, I just got done watching Dark Horizons Part 2, and that was a great episode. I guess that they really are heading in the Piotr/Kitty direction. Don't get me wrong, I like Colossus a lot. I mean, the guy saved everyone in the comics from the Legacy Virus, so he's cool in my book (r.i.p. Colossus). But, damn it, ya know. . .ah, well. My Kurtty readers and I still have each other. "YOU'RE MY BOY, BLUE!" (Old School).

Roguehobbit: No! You don't sound too critical at all! I actually like the fact that someone is READING my stories, and not just reading my stories. Get it? Anyhow, thanks!

Beboots: Including this chapter, you're two chapters away from the coolness you that you mentioned in your review of chapter 6.

RedLion2: The Warwolves aren't like our "werewolves." They really are a lot like an animalistic T-1000 from T2: Judgement Day. They're just killing machines. So they're not a creature that morphs into another. BTW, loved your new chapter (and I reviewed it)!

JDH3: Yeah, seriously! Go Scott! Time for another dirty little secret! I know it's fashionable and chic to hate Scott. But. . .he's my second favorite X-Man of all time, right after Kurt. I dig his whole "boy scout" attitude.

Equavet Porsche, Electric Russian, and Raskolion Phoenix (still a cool name): You're all a bunch of hip, cool cats! Thanks for reading and reviewing! Hope you continue to read/review.

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Logan looked all over. The light from the lamp they had found stretched out for about thirty feet in every direction, but that was all of the light that they had. Logan's eyes could see about ten feet past them, into the dark, but he still couldn't see anything. However, he could tell that whatever it was that had made that noise was definitely moving toward them. Inching back toward the wall, Logan looked in every direction for whatever it was. Still, he saw nothing.

"What is it, Logan?" Kitty whispered.

"Shut up. Whatever it is, I'm sure it knows we're here." Logan said.

Logan continued to look in every direction. He spread his arms outward, claws facing out. This way he could protect Kitty, who was backed up to the wall behind him. There was a silence that hung in the air for a minute or so, and suddenly it screeched again. It was closer this time. Much closer. Turning to his left, Logan could just make out a form in the darkness, staring at him and Kitty. It was about six feet tall. It stood on two legs, and had two long arms. Its shape of its head was like that of a parrot, its mouth actually forming a beak. It stepped closer, just beyond the edge of the light, and Logan could see its silver body. He knew then that this must have been the thing that Longshot had been so afraid of. A Warwolf.

The Warwolf stood at the edge of the light, desperate to attack. Still, it took its time. It always took its time. It took pleasure in the hunt. In the kill. It stepped into the light, because it liked its prey to fear it. Only this prey didn't look like it feared it. This prey looked feral. This prey looked as if it was used to the kill itself. Rearing back, the Warwolf ran at Logan and Kitty.

Logan ran to counterattack. The Warwolf, whatever it was, was insanely fast. As soon as Logan had taken a swipe at it, it ducked, and brought its long right arm to Logan's face. It was then that Logan realized that each hand was a horrible set of claws instead of fingers. Logan arched his back, and the claws grazed by his skin instead of gutting him. It was pain unlike Logan had ever felt. Not the worst, just an entirely different pain. Logan wanted to make certain that he never felt that type of pain again.

The Warwolf continued on past Logan, opting for the weaker looking prey first. It ran at Kitty, jumping into the air and bringing its talons to its front. Kitty screamed and phased. The Warwolf fell right through her. Like Logan, she felt pain. This was entirely new to her. Kitty wasn't used to feeling pain while she phased. She never felt anything. This she felt, and she fell down to the ground, clutching her chest. The Warwolf hit the wall behind her, tearing out a good chunk of it with its claws before turning around to face her. The Warwolf brought its claws to her throat, intending to rip her head off of her shoulders. It never got the chance. Logan appeared next to it, brought his own claws down on its arms, and cut them off.

The Warwolf screamed and kicked out at Logan with its feet, falling to the ground next to Kitty. Logan flew across the tunnel, hitting the wall on the opposite side. Kitty came to and rolled away just before the Warwolf snapped her head off with its beak. Kitty fell into the sewage and tried desperately to get away. The Warwolf stood back up, reared its head back, and screeched again. Logan shook his head, shaking off the pain, and looked at it. Before his very eyes, the Warwolf's arms regenerated.

"Holy shit." Logan muttered before it jumped towards Kitty.

Kitty rolled over in the raw sewage and brought her foot up, kicking the legs out from under the monster. It fell backwards, and just then Logan cut off its right arm and right leg. The Warwolf brought its left arm around, catching Logan's face with its claws. Logan screamed and flew back, but his skin was already regenerating. The Warwolf continued on its insane quest to kill Kitty first, dragging itself with one arm while the other was already regenerating. Kitty continued to crawl away from it, but her back hit the wall of the tunnel beyond the light. Its leg and arm regenerated, it screeched triumphantly and lunged for her. However, once again, it was halted by Logan. Logan thrust both of his sets of claws into its back and hoisted it up. The Warwolf screamed, trying desperately to turn around.

"Ain't nothin' livin' that can live without its head!" Logan screamed at it before dropping it to the ground and lopping its head off.

The insides of the Warwolf immediately emptied into the sewage, running down the tunnel in the river of filth. Kitty was still backed up to the wall, wide-eyed and scared. Logan walked over to her, picked her up, and took her back to the platform. He sat her down, and then slowly sat down next to her. His body was still sore where the Warwolf had cut him, even though the wounds were gone. Kitty sat there, panting, trying to get a hold on herself.

"You okay?" Logan asked.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Only. . .I could feel it pass through me. It hurt." Kitty said.

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Logan said, rubbing his face where it had clawed him.

Almost immediately, they heard another screech from down the tunnel.

"Okay, Half Pint, I think its time we got the hell out of here and got back up top side." Logan said.

Kitty nodded, grabbed Logan's hand, and together they walked through the tunnel's ceiling.

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"I von't kill for you!" Kurt screamed, a triumphant smile on his face. Then he sat down.

The insults and jeers he had received from the crowd were deafening. They had been going on like this for at least five minutes. Not that it mattered to Kurt. They could yell and scream at him until the end of time. He still wouldn't kill the Wyvern. It didn't matter to him what happened to him any longer. The way he figured it, Scott was wrong, and he really was in hell. There was no other possible explanation for it. He was trapped in Hell.

"Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages! Apparently this Kurt is too good to finish the battle! Well, we'll just see if he changes his mind when he meets his next opponent!" the announcer broadcast.

"Great." Kurt muttered.

"The fight will continue in twenty minutes!" The announcer said. The applause was tumultuous.

Kurt walked over to where he dropped his pack, sat down on the ground, pulled out another energy bar, and ate it slowly.

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Mojo watched the screen, an unhappy look on his face.

"Does the moron realize that once the Wyvern wakes up, he's just gonna have to fight it again?" Mojo asked.

"I don't know, Sir!" Minor Domo said happily.

"Does that moron know that if something doesn't die soon, I'm gonna start loosing my audience?" Mojo asked.

"I don't know, Sir!" Minor Domo said happily.

Mojo frowned again, and turned to Minor Domo.

"Do you know that you're a moron just as much as he is? Do you know that you are a moron?"

"Yes, Sir! You and Major Domo tell me that all the time, Sir!" Minor Domo said with a smile on her face.

"I should throw you in that arena!" Mojo screamed, throwing his ratings book at her. She ducked out of the way. "That's what I should do! Then it'd be two giant morons taking on an angry, revived Wyvern and whatever else they're gonna throw in there!"

"Sorry! I'm sorry, Sir!" Minor Domo said, dropping to the floor and bowing to Mojo.

"You're stupid." Mojo said, sliding away from her. "Where's your useless boss?"

"Um, I don't know?" she ventured, her face forming a grimace.

"You should kill yourself." Mojo said. "Find me Major Domo! At least he'd lie to placate me!"

At that moment, Major Domo walked into the room.

"Ah, Sir, I would never lie to you." Major Domo said, bowing his head to Mojo.

"Of course you would! You should! Otherwise I'd have had you killed by now!" Mojo said, laughing with delight. "Tell me, did my Warwolves take care of the outworlders in the sewer? Do we have the video of it?"

"Yes, we have the video of it. I'm afraid you won't be happy, though." Major Domo said.

The delighted grin fell off of Mojo's face in an instant.

"What do you mean?" he asked, pouting.

"Watch, Sir. Just watch." Major said, sliding a disk into a monitor.

One of the screens began to show the fight between the Warwolf, Logan, and Kitty. Mojo's eyes narrowed, and then widened. Major Domo watched his boss's face. He could see the fight reflected in them from the monitor. He could see something else in Mojo's eyes, too. Delight. Lust. Need. He could see all of these things in Mojo's eyes as the fight continued. The grin on Mojo's face threatened to split his head in half. By the end of the video, his entire gelatinous body was shaking. He lifted his hand up, and pointed his shaking forefinger at the monitor, which had a freeze frame of Logan on it.

"Bring. . .me. . .him." Mojo breathed.

"I'm sorry, Sir?" Major asked.

"I want him! I want him and I want him now! He's worth more than a thousand of those Kurt's!" Mojo screamed. "Where is he? What happened to the video?"

"Ah, well, at this point, we suspect that another one of the Warwolves tore the camera crew apart. You know, they're not that selective when choosing victims. We found only their remains and their cameras." Major Domo said, looking down at his polished nails.

"Listen to me, Major! And listen good! I don't care what you have to do, who you have to bribe, or who you have to kill! Bring me that man!" Mojo screamed.

"Yes, Sir. Minor, follow me." Major said, walking out of the room.

Minor Domo walked to the door, but hesitated before leaving. She turned to Mojo with a huge grin on her face.

"Do you still want me to find Major Domo for you, Sir?" she asked.

"GET OUT OF HERE YOU STUPID MORON!" Mojo screamed and threw a chair at her. She was gone in a flash, and the chair hit the closed door.

"I'm gonna kill her one day." Mojo muttered.

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Marie's eyes opened slowly. She tried to move her arms, and found that she couldn't. Looking to her right, she saw Jean encased in a glass tube. Looking to her left, she saw Bobby in the same situation. It was only then that she noticed the slight reflection of herself wherever she turned and realized that she, too, must be encased in glass. Closing her eyes again, she wondered what had happened. And then it all came back to her. Kurt and Scott disappearing, meeting Longshot, coming to the Mojoverse, and finally the attack by the security drones. She tried to shake her head lightly, and found that she was restrained. She closed her eyes again, trying to figure a way out of this. She knew that she'd have to do it soon, because if Ororo woke up and felt herself restrained and closed in with no space, she'd go crazy.

Concentrating hard, she tried to figure out what to do.

"Let's see, let's see." She thought. "They only saw me throwing ice, so they probably don't have a good idea of what I can do. They don't know about my power. I wonder. . .can I try to use someone else's power? Someone that I've touched before?"

She remembered touching Kitty in order to learn to dance, and tried to phase out of her glass prison.

Nothing happened. Sighing, she opened her eyes again. There was no way. It had been too long since she had touched anyone, and her power was now useless.

"God, it feels cold in here." Marie thought.

Looking at the glass, she could almost swear that she saw ice crystals forming on it. Her eyes widened, and she moved her eyes to the left and saw Bobby, eyes closed shut, a look of concentration. Marie's eyes snapped forward, and she could see security drones moving toward her. Her case began to get very, very cold now, and the glass looked as if were cracking. It was making a weird, squealing noise. Suddenly, the glass shattered outward, and one of the drones flew at her, trying to keep her from escaping. Unfortunately, for it, it also touched her bare skin with its own.

Rogue's eyes went wide. The stolen memories that she received from this thing were completely alien to her. She saw a hive-like home, the subject being hatched from an egg case, a communal environment until recruitment by Mojo. She screamed in disgust, and her strength magnified to match the drones'. She broke her shackles and attacked the other two drones. Due to the utter surprise of the attack, they never had a chance. Both were unconscious on the floor by the time Marie was breaking Ororo out of her glass case. Bobby had frozen his case until it cracked, and Marie broke his as well, helping him out of his restraints. Ororo had Longshot out of his case and restraints by the time Bobby and Marie had freed Jean.

"Well. . .that was fun." Bobby said.

"Okay, we must be in Mojo's main entertainment complex. That's where he keeps all of his prisoners. He was probably going to use us for one of his shows, too." Longshot said.

"So what do we do?" Jean asked.

"Now we find out where your friends are." Longshot said. "And try to get everyone back together as soon as possible." He answered.

"Where are Kitty and Logan?" Ororo asked. "They're not here."

"I saw them throw Logan into the sewers. And Kitty phased beneath the street. She probably went to help him." Marie said.

"Well, they're on their own for now. More than likely, they're gonna try to find Scott and Kurt themselves." Jean said.

"Okay, listen. This is what we'll do. We'll find Kitty and Logan first, then Scott and Kurt. The seven of us will free Kurt and Scott together, and then we'll get out of this place." Ororo said. "Now, Jean, where are our Kitten and our Wolverine?"

Jean put her hands to her temples. Trying to "reach out" to her friends and teammates in this world was strange. There was nothing familiar to her, and it almost seemed as if something was. . .not necessarily blocking her from reaching Logan or Kitty, but something was definitely hindering her. She did, however, find Logan and Kitty, and could tell where they were headed. They were on their way back to the arena. She reached out with her mind again, and found Kurt. He was actually inside the very arena outside of which they had their battle. Now. . .Scott. Jean concentrated harder and harder, but she couldn't find Scott. Not completely. She felt the presence of his mind, but it wasn't aware. He wasn't dead, but he wasn't himself.

"Kitty and Logan are on their way to Mojo's Arena #3. That's where Kurt is. Scott. . .Scott I can't find. I don't know where he is." Jean said sadly, turning away from the rest for a moment.

"Don't worry, Jean. We'll find him." Ororo said, trying to comfort the girl. "Longshot, how can we find him?"

"Well, we can hit the security office. We're in the main complex, and the security computers are all linked up to an office here. They have to have a file in there." Longshot said. Storm thought he sounded unsure.

"Allright, then. That is our next course of action. Afterwards, we find Logan and Kitty, and then Kurt and Scott, and then we go home." Ororo said, striding out of the room.

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Major Domo walked into the sterile room. It was completely white, causing the room to look brighter than it actually was. The room was circular, and in the middle was a metal chair that was attached to the wall. Sitting in this chair was Scott Summers. Scott had a helmet attached to his head, and the machinery from the wall ran down into the helmet. Scott's entire body was jerking. Major Domo walked closer to him and smiled.

"You see, boy, this is what we call reprogramming. We do it to the simple minded attractions that we have to keep them in control." Major Domo said, kneeling next to Scott and speaking into his ear. "When this is over with, you will do as Mojo says. And I daresay I've made some interesting suggestions to Mojo about what your next role should be."

Major Domo walked away. A single tear slid from Scott's eye down his cheek as his head began to throb worse.

"And the worst news for you is. . .he agrees. Goodbye, boy. You should have made that deal."

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Kitty followed Logan down yet another alley. As near as Kitty could figure, they must have been traveling through those sewers for miles. Or, at least, it seemed that way considering how long they had been walking. Logan stopped every now and then, sniffing the air for signs of danger. Once or twice he had thrown her into another alley off of the street they had been traveling on, pop his claws out, and wait. Nothing ever happened.

They had finally come back to the alleyway where the battle had been fought. The arena was standing in front of them, and Kitty nearly burst into tears when she saw what the marquee sign had been changed to.

"Welcome to Mojo Arena 3! Featuring: The Outworlder Who Will Not Die! Watch This Young Man As An Army Of Creatures Bent On His Death Attack Him, One After Another! Starring: KURT!"

Underneath that was more, and Kitty read it over and over again, feeling scared and horribly sad.

"Special Guest: Scott! Watch As The Two Outworlders Are Forced To Fight Each Other. . .To The Death!"

"Oh my God." Logan said.

"Logan, we gotta get them out of there!" Kitty nearly wailed.

"We will, Half Pint. We will." Logan said.

Together the two of them ran across the street and towards the arena. On the street behind them stood a lone figure. His cape was flying backward in the wind, his arms folded in front of him. He lips parted in a smile, and his rotting teeth showed behind them. He walked across the street, toward the arena.

"So Mojo wants this little shrimp of a man, eh?" The Agent said. "Then Mojo shall have him, and I'll get my paycheck."

He followed Logan and Kitty into the arena.

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Longshot sat in front of a bank of computer screens, going through menu after menu. The five of them had broken into a security office and were currently going through everything that they could find with information on Kurt, Scott, Logan, and Kitty. Longshot looked and looked, and the more he looked, he realized that the person with the most vested interest in the four missing mutants was Major Domo. Longshot was very familiar with Major Domo, and hated the man almost as much as he hated Mojo.

"Why would he be so interested in them?" Longshot wondered.

"Who?" Jean asked, going through her own bank of computer screens.

"Mojo's personal assistant, Major Domo." Longshot said.

"That's really his name?" Marie asked, looking up from her computer screen. "Christ."

Longshot ignored her.

"It looks like he's the one who's been working to control them the most. He's even sent out. . .oh no. He's sent out The Agent after Logan and Kitty." Longshot said.

"Who's The Agent?" Ororo asked. She was getting tired of Longshot throwing names around as if the others should know who he was talking about.

"He's basically a bounty hunter. He can steal your. . .being. And probably your powers." Longshot said, turning around to face the others. "Okay, so he's out there. If you run into anyone, and they ask you to sign anything, anything at all, do not sign it."

"He'll steal our powers?" Bobby asked.

"Yes. He'll basically absorb you. Your body, everything. Do not sign anything. More than likely it'll be one of his contracts." Longshot said, turning around to face the computers again. "If you sign it, you belong to whoever owns that contract. And that'll be Mojo."

"This place is too weird for me. Let's just find Scott." Bobby said. "Oh no!"

"What is it?" Ororo asked, turning her chair around.

"I found Scott! And. . .oh God, Storm, I think they're gonna use Scott to kill Kurt!" Bobby said.

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Logan and Kitty were walking down a dark hallway. They had entered the arena, and were now walking around a small, concrete circular hall that seemed to be leading upward. They could hear people jeering someone, and then they heard an announcer.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Kurt has destroyed two horrifying creatures thus far, and has bested one before your very eyes!" they heard.

The audience began to cheer.

"Of course, as punishment for not ending the last fight, Kurt will now have the hardest fight of his life before him!"

"Oh my God, Logan, come on!" Kitty yelled and ran upward.

Logan began to follow, but was suddenly held up by an enormously fat woman who seemed to appear out of nowhere. Her face was drenched in make-up, her fingernails were two inches long. She looked at him with adoring eyes which were beginning to tear up. She clutched at his face, her hands longing to pet him.

"Oh! Oh! I've seen you in the shows!" she gushed.

"No you haven't, lady! No get out of my way!" Logan growled. He moved to get around her, but she was so enormous that she blocked every possible way around her.

She refused to let go of him.

"Oh, please, oh please! Just an autograph! All's I wants an autograph!" she cried, tears now making her make-up run. Logan thought she smelled funny, but his senses were still thrown off by this different world.

"Logan! Hurry!" Logan heard Kitty cry from the platform at the top of the hallway.

"Please! Just an autograph!" the fat woman squealed, making his ears hurt. She thrust a pen and paper upon him.

Kitty looked down at Logan from the platform, disgusted by the spectacle and desperately wanting to get to Kurt. Nothing in this dimension, or any other, seemed as important as reaching him. Holding him. Saving him.

"LOGAN! PLEASE! HURRY!" Kitty shouted.

"Tonight, before each and every one of you, Kurt will be forced to battle someone close to him! His very own friend and ally! Tonight, Kurt and Scott will battle to the death!" Logan heard over the speakers. The crowd cheered, stomped and clapped louder.

"PLEASE!" the woman cried.

Disgusted, Logan snatched the paper and pen out of her hands, signed his name, and then tried to bolt away. But he couldn't. Looking down at himself, he saw his body turning to smoke, and turned to look at the fat woman in time to see her change. Her face extended, turning to a horrible shade of gray. She was no longer fat, just horribly tall. She was no longer a "she," she was a "he." He didn't know it, but he was looking into the face of The Agent. His body became nothingness, and he was sucked into the paper, which of course, was a contract. The Agent stuffed the contract into a satchel at his side, and then whipped his head up to look at Kitty.

"He's mine now, sweetie! Healing factor, claws, bad attitude and all! And you're next!" The Agent screamed, popping claws out of his hands and waving at her, laughing.

Kitty screamed and ran into the stands of the arena.

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Okay, so there's chapter. . .seven? I just realized that this is shaping up to be a pretty long story. I doubt it'll go much more than twelve chapters, though. I'll probably never do anything as long as, say, 25 chapters. This is no offense to you if you've written one that long, but sometimes I find the chapters in a story on FF.net that is that long horribly repetitive. Not in everyone's story. I've read some great one's that are really long. I've read some great stories on another fan fiction site that are sixty chapters. Anyhow, I guess that's all I have to say. Not much more going on. Hope you liked the chapter.

Later.