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THERE IS A STORY AFTER ABOUT TWO PAGES OF SHOUT OUTS! I PROMISE YOU!

Notes: Okay, I need to stop writing late at night when I'm tired. I forgot to include Jubilee in the New Mutants. I guess that I really am slipping here. I apologize to everyone for that oversight. So, we'll explain it by saying that Jubilation Lee does not exist in my little alternate universe. I apologize. If you're a Jubilee fan, well, I'll write a Jubilee fic sometime to make it up to you. I just hope that I don't get a ton of complaints/flames/hate emails over this. I actually have something of an idea for a Jubilee/Jamie humor fic (no romance).

RedLion2: Yeah, I kinda like Evan, too. I think fan fiction actually did that for me, though. He was an okay character in the cartoon, and I liked him, but. . .I'm kinda glad that Bobby took his place. Iceman rocks. And the reason that no one was looking for Wolverine is because he can pretty much take care of himself and they know that. They had more reason to worry about Kitty. I usually like having stuff in the story itself to explain that, but I've had so much exposition in this one story that I kind of get bored writing stuff like that. I'll clean it up. . .promise. EVERYONE SHOULD READ SHADOWS OF CONFUSION IF YOU'RE NOT ALREADY. See, I get better at this. . .

Equavetporsche: Don't worry about not understanding. I picked an obscure villain for a reason. I get so sick of reading stories with the same villain over and over again. I noticed that no one had used Mojo (at least so far as I found), so that's why I used him. He is an obscure one, though. And hey! I did review your story! But for some reason, they're not showing up. Maybe because you changed the name? I don't know. I reviewed the first chapter at least. I reviewed the third one, too. HEY EVERYONE! In case you're reading this and you haven't read Secrets and Lies/Karate Kitty (just click on this guys profile to look up the name), read it. It's pretty good.

JDH3: Well, I'd pimp out your story, too, but. . .hee hee. Anyhow, thanks for continuing to review, or faithful one. And don't say good-bye to Minor Domo just yet. Not. . .just. . .yet. If at all. . .

Roguehobbit: I'm a stickler for names being spelled right, too. I noticed it after I posted the story and thought "oh well." That's what I get for writing my stories between 2am and 6am. No more of that! Oh, and I'm glad I have you and your sibling hooked.

Electric Russian: Well, you may see Evan in battle, but I kinda like him, so he won't be too terribly hurt. Oh, and I'm sure that the Wyvern did feel a shock somewhat when it went through a "phased" Kitty, but it never really hurts things that bad when she does it. I mean, she was phased through Kurt once, and all he said was "You're invading my personal space." So I don't think it hurts everything terribly. Just Scott when he's reprogrammed. And that's because his programming is malfunctioning.

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Storm slowed her pace, which was just short of "break neck." Turning around, she ran backwards as lightning flew from her hands. She succeeded in nothing but illuminating the hall behind them. There were two Warwolves crawling on the left side of the wall, one after the other. Another was running on all fours toward them, and all three were getting closer and closer. She threw another bolt of lightning their way. It hit the wall in front of one of the Warwolves on the left wall. It simply jumped to the wall on the right hand side of the hall and continued on, screeching.

"What do we do?" Ororo asked.

"They're hard to kill." Longshot said, continuing to run down the corridor.

"That's it?!? That's all you have to say? They're hard to kill?" Bobby screamed.

"Yeah." Longshot yelled back, turning a corner, checking doors every now and then.

Marie was breathing hard, trying to keep up with the others, but she was so tired that she was falling behind. She looked behind her and saw that the Warwolf things were catching up. Someone shouted in front of her, and she turned around in time to run into whoever it was. Marie fell to the floor, absentmindedly trying not to let whoever it was touch her skin. Shaking her head, Marie heard the screeching behind her and got up, pulling the person along with her.

"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!" The woman said over and over.

"Shut up an' run!" Marie shouted, pushing the woman forward.

"Warwolves! In the offices! Mojo won't be happy! No, no, no!" The woman tittered.

"RUN!" Marie shouted. "Hey, Bobby! How 'bout some help!"

Bobby paused in running, looking back. Then he ran back to Marie and threw his hands up, creating a barrier of ice between them and the Warwolves. They could hear the muffled screeching on the other side as the things went to work on the barrier.

"Come on! It's not that thick!" Bobby yelled, pointing at the ice wall which was already being torn apart.

The woman finally began to run again, helped by Marie's pushing. Bobby turned around, shooting ice into the torn apart pieces of the barrier. He knew that it wouldn't hold the things back for long, but as long as he could help put distance between them and those things, he was happy. Marie continued pushing the woman forward. The woman was crying now, and Marie almost felt for her. Then she remembered where she was, and what this building was, and wondered who their new tagalong was.

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Kurt and Kitty reappeared on the other side of the arena and ducked low to the ground. He knew that it wouldn't be long before Scott found them. He was still holding Kitty in his arms, and he put her on the ground. Running his fingers along her face, he called out to her.

"Kitty! Kitty! Are you okay?" Kurt asked.

Her eyes fluttered open.

"Kur. . .Kurt?" She asked.

Kurt smiled.

"Kurt!" she shouted, sitting up and throwing her arms around Kurt. "Oh my God! I'm so glad you're okay! You've been gone for so long! And this guy Longshot came and told us about the Mojoverse and then we came through to get you and then we fought these bugs and Logan was thrown down into. . ."

"Katzchen! I haff no idea vhat you are talking about!" Kurt said softly, still happy at seeing her and having a moment to take her in.

"I was so scared that you were gone." Kitty said, feeling close to tears. She knew that now wasn't the right time for a tearful hello, but she couldn't stop herself.

"Shhhh. It's okay, Katzchen." Kurt said, looking around for Scott. He saw him on the other side of the arena, still looking confused as to where his adversaries were.

"No, no it isn't Kurt. You have no idea how bad our situation is." Kitty said.

"I zink I haff a clue, Lieb." Kurt said. "Who else is here viz you?"

"Um, Marie, Bobby, Ororo, Longshot. . ."

"Longshot?" Kurt asked, confused.

"Long story. Who else. . .Logan. . .and Jean. But they were all captured." Kitty said sadly.

"Jean is here?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Haff you even tried to get into contact viz her?" Kurt asked.

"You mean through our psychic link? Yeah. Bunches of times. Down in the sewer. She wasn't answering." Kitty said.

"Scheisse." Kurt said, just as Scott, who had seen them and was running toward them, blew the ground next to him apart. "Try again!"

And Kurt promptly disappeared.

"But Kurt. . .!" Kitty cried out, watching him appear closer to Scott. "Oh no."

"Jean! Jean!" Kitty thought. "Please hear me! Where are you?"

"Kitty?" she heard.

"Jean! You're okay?"

"In a manner of speaking. We're in danger right now. Are you okay?"

"No. Listen, Scott's trying to kill us." Kitty thought.

"Oh yeah! Listen, I can't talk much longer, but try phasing through his head. He's been programmed or something. Try short circuiting him." Jean thought back and then disappeared.

"Short-circuiting? Jean? Jean?" She thought, but Jean was no longer answering her.

"Okay. Short-circuit Scott. No problem." Kitty said aloud.

Then she was thrown backwards by Kurt's body, who was thrown backwards by Scott's optic blast.

"Oof." She said.

"Run, Kitty." Kurt said, and then blacked out.

"Outworlder! Get up!" Scott yelled. He was still looking at Kurt and raised his hand to his visor.

Kitty had no doubt in her mind that he would have unleashed the full brunt of his power on Kurt and her if it hadn't been for the Wyvern, who picked Scott up like a toy and flew off with him. She watched as the Wyvern flew upward, and then, with an blast from Scott, dropped him back to the floor. Scott rolled over and shot the Wyvern out of the air. It fell to the ground next to Scott, bellowing. Scott advanced on it and hit it so hard that, when the dust settled, the Wyvern was no more than a hold in the ground. Then Scott turned back to them. Kitty had had enough. She got up and began to walk toward Scott. He sent blast after blast her way, and she simply phased through them. Finally, she got close enough to Scott that she could almost see his eyes beyond the red beams shooting from them.

"Like, shut up, Scott." She said, and stuck her hand through his head.

The results were immediate.

Scott dropped to the ground, holding his head. He hadn't felt that much pain since. . .well, since before he could remember. He screamed every curse word he knew and held his head in pain. And then. . .it was just gone. The pain was gone, as were his memories of his actions. It was as if he had closed his eyes inside Major Domo's office, and had opened them just now. He had no idea of how he had come to be at the arena. He looked over and saw Kitty there, staring at him.

"Kitty?" Scott asked.

Kitty smiled, and he reached out to her. Just before he touched her hand, Kurt appeared on his left and kicked him in the face.

"Stay avay from her!" Kurt yelled, holding Kitty.

"No, Kurt. . ." Kitty said as the audience cheered for the kick.

"What in the hell was that for?!?" Scott screamed, holding his bleeding nose.

Kurt's double take was almost comical.

"Scott?"

"Yeah?!?"

"Is it really you?" Kurt asked.

"Yes, you moron. Why did you kick. . ." he began, but didn't get to finish. He was tackled by a blue elf who hugged him tightly.

"Do I even want to know what's going on here?" Scott asked.

"No! Don't vorry. It's over." Kurt said.

"Not by a long shot, boys." Kitty said, turning in a circle and looking at the crowd around them.

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"Hank, is the machine ready?" Xavier asked.

"As near as I can tell." Hank said.

"As near as you can tell?" Evan asked. "What does that mean?"

"It means that it is time to go." Xavier said. "Hank, will you help me?"

Xavier wheeled towards the corner of his room. Suspended in the air was another chair. This chair, however, had no wheels. Nor was it bound to the earth. It simply floated there, awaiting Xavier. Hank lifted Xavier out of his wheelchair and helped him into the floating chair. Xavier sat there, getting situated, and then moved the chair into the center of the room. The "flying" wheelchair was controlled easily by Xavier's mind, as his legs once were. It didn't take much effort, and it was easier to travel in, and with, than an actual wheelchair.

Hank walked next to him, and the three walked out of Xavier's office. Down the stairs, in the front entryway, stood the New Mutants.

"Is this right? Throwing these children, who haven't truly been tested yet, into a battle that even my older charges. . .I don't know. The others may be. . .may not even be with us any longer. Or ever again. Should we truly throw caution to the wind and throw these children into battle?" Xavier asked Hank.

"Charles, do you really want me to answer that?" Hank asked silently.

"They'd do the same for me." Xavier said, and floated into the room.

"Hello. All of you. We will now be leaving. Is there anyone who would rather stay behind?"

No one answered. No one at all.

"All right, then, children. Listen to me. You will all be taking orders from Evan. He will be leading you, and Hank and I will be leading him. We stay together, at all times. No one strays. We will have no guide in this world. With the exception of a slight amount of information gleaned from Longshot before he left, we will be entering a world completely different from our own. So stay close, and stay silent."

The children nodded in agreement. Evan stood to the side of Xavier, and he felt a hand on his shoulder. Evan looked over at Hank, who gave him a somber nod, and Evan led the other teens outside. Xavier hung his head and followed. They walked to the same small clearing from which the others left.

"Okay, the first to go will be Evan, Amara, Ray, Roberto, Rahn, Sam, and Hank. Then Evan will return here to bring back Jamie and myself. We will all wait until we are together, and then we will try to find the others. Together. Understood?" Xavier said.

Once again, they all nodded in agreement. The first seven mutants held onto each other's hands, and Xavier watched as they disappeared in a beautiful white light. Suddenly, they were gone. Then, just as suddenly, Evan reappeared. Xavier and Jamie joined him, and then their world was gone, and Xavier opened his eyes in the Mojoverse.

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"Ladies and gentlemen! It seems that we have a new player!" called the announcer.

The cheers once again came, followed by clapping.

"Vell, zhere you go, Kitty. You're a star like us now." Kurt said.

Kitty frowned. She had spent the last couple of minutes giving them an explanation as to where they were and why they were there. Scott had pretty much already known, and had simply filled in the blank parts. He remembered the conversation he had with Major Domo, just not what happened after. Kurt just seemed to be relieved that he wasn't stuck in hell. Kitty was mortified when she found out that Kurt had thought that was where he was.

"Okay, so now ve're stuck in some ozzer universe, right?" Kurt asked.

"Right." Kitty said.

"So, vhen do ve get rescued?"

"Well, I know Jean and the others are in trouble. She's not answering any of my calls to her." Kitty said.

"What kind of trouble?" Scott asked. The fear and caring in his voice was unmistakable.

"I don't know." Kitty said, shaking her head. "But they must have escaped the security. . .things. So, hopefully they're in a better situation now."

"In zis place? I don't zink so." Kurt said. "Oh well, at least ve're togezzer now."

Kurt sat down on the ground.

"So, are we going to escape anytime soon?" Kitty asked.

"How do you figure on doing that?" Scott asked, sitting next to Kurt.

"How about we walk out?" Kitty said anxiously.

"I tried to teleport out once. It didn't vork." Kurt said.

"Well, I walked right in." Kitty said, and walked off toward the edge of the arena.

"Is she gonna get out?" Scott asked.

"I hate for mein Katzchen to get hurt, but vatch." Kurt said.

Kitty walked to the edge, climbed up on a platform, and tried to walk out of the arena and into the stands. It was as if she had walked into an invisible barrier. She fell down onto the platform. She got up, shook her head, and walked forward again. Kurt and Scott could only assume that she was going to try to phase through it. Instead, she ended up on the floor of the platform again. She reached out and touched it with her hand. Whatever was holding her in wouldn't let her go, whether she was phasing or not. Hanging her head, she walked back over to Kurt and Scott.

"Told you." Kurt said, Kitty sitting down next to him.

"Ladies and gentlemen! What an exciting turn of events! Scott and Kurt are allies again! And it seems as if a new outworlder has entered the fray! This trio shall now battle together! But three versus one seems a little unfair! Doesn't it?" The announcer said.

The crowd cheered their response.

"Yes, it does! So now there three outworlders will fight a trio of beasts!"

"Ze fun just never stops here." Kurt said as Kitty closed her eyes and laid her head on his shoulder.

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Xavier looked around the trashed lab, wondering what had happened. The rest of the mutants stood in silence. The sight of dead bodies erased any excitement they had on going on a mission. Now fear had replaced that excitement. Evan's words to them were replaying in their minds. If the older, more experienced X-Men hadn't returned, who said that they would stand a chance? Xavier could hear these thoughts and more going through their minds, and knew he had to do his best to allay their fears.

"Don't worry, children. It is true that you are not nearly as experienced in battle as the X-Men, but your powers are just as strong, just as unique. I sense that we are not currently in danger, so do not let your fears get the better of you now. Just. . .be silent, while I search for the others." He said.

His words did comfort the teens somewhat, even if Xavier still felt scared himself. He closed his eyes in concentration. His mind worked much like Cerebro. Cerebro helped him to amplify his powers, but he could still get a limited amount of information on the layout of this city without Cerebro. Images came into his mind, and he could see just how vast this metropolis of entertainment was. He "found" Kurt, Scott and Kitty inside the arena. Seeing that they were not currently in a life threatening situation, he looked for the others. He found them locked inside Mojo's entertainment complex. They seemed to be in a truly dangerous situation.

"Jean. Jean, can you hear me?" Xavier thought.

No answer came to him.

"Jean?" he projected once more.

In the complex, Jean literally skidded to a halt.

"Professor?" she said out loud, then projected back to him.

"Jean! Yes, it's me! Are you okay?"

"Professor! Oh my God, I can't believe you're here!" he thoughts said, and Xavier could hear the sobbing relief even in her thoughts.

"Jean? Are you in trouble?" he projected.

"Yes. These things that we can't really stop are chasing us. Longshot's Warwolves." Jean thought.

"We're sending help." Xavier told her, and then turned to the New Mutants.

"Evan. Hank. I'm taking Roberto and Amara with me. We'll be going to the others. I'm sending the rest of you to rescue Kitty, Kurt and Scott." Xavier said.

The two teams divided themselves. Xavier projected the images of their whereabouts to the teams, and directions on how to get to their separate locations.

"Now, we must all hurry. We must exit this world immediately. This Mojo person will notice all of us soon enough, and we don't want to end up trapped here as forms of entertainment."

"So everyone's still alive?" Rahne asked, joyous.

"Yes. Now go."

Xavier, Roberto and Amara left the building, keeping to the alleys. Evan and Hank led the others down the dark parts of the street, heading toward the arena.

"Mr. McCoy?" Evan asked silently.

"Yes, Evan?"

"What happened to Mr. Logan? Professor Xavier didn't say anything about him, and didn't project him as a target when he projected all that information to us." Evan said.

"I don't know, Evan. But wherever Wolverine is, I'm sure he can take care of himself. Probably enjoying it, as well." Hank said.

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The Agent stood at the doors to the entertainment complex. They were locked. The alarms could be heard going off inside, and the lights were flashing red. Shaking his head, he wondered what he should do. There was no way that he could deliver Logan to Mojo right now. And with three other individuals in that arena, he could make certain that he got paid even more.

"After all," The Agent thought. ", I have contracts galore."

Smiling, The Agent left for the arena again, fingering Logan's contract in his bag.

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Okay, I remember where this was going. I don't think that there are many more chapters. I think maybe three at most. I'm not certain. Anyhow, I once again apologize for leaving Jubliee out of it. But, I mean, she was hardly in that cartoon. Neither was Rahne. But, oh well. I guess that teaches me to write at 3am.

Later.