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

Notes: Well, I don't know if I've lost readers or not. It seems like I have the same three or four people reviewing every chapter. I hope this isn't sucking for the other 96% of you. Well, since I haven't received a bad review yet, I'm hoping not. On another note, I've forgotten how completely non-scary the first "A Nightmare on Elm Street" is. It's still good (the best of the franchise), but not scary.

RedLion2: Aha! Thought you caught me! Hee hee. The small blue speck that Kitty saw was Kurt's hair. I guess that I should have made it more apparent, but he does have bluish hair. So that's what I was trying to get at. I'm sorry about the confusion. And as far as Rahne's name goes, jeez, I need to watch that. I don't know why I keep forgetting it. I'm finding out that there's a lot to keep up with when you write an action fic involving just about everyone. Hey, you've read my stuff for some time now. Do you think I'm getting better?

Equavetporsche: That's an interesting question. I'm not certain if it was ever addressed in the comics. I can't really answer your question. Sorry.

JDH3: See! That's what I like to hear! "Tunnels" is coming back! Huzzah!

Electric Russain: Imagine a wheelchair that floats. That's about it. He had it in the comics after awhile.

To everyone else (readers/reviewers): You guys and dolls rock.

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Hank, Evan, Ray, Rahne, and Jamie were all doing their best to walk quietly down the street. None of them knew what kind of attack to expect, or what type of thing could be expected to attack them. They stood in hushed silence of the city that they were walking through. Everything was lit garishly, where there was actual light. The sounds of people cheering, laughing, crying, and applauding could be heard all over, but always muffled. Always the sounds seemed to come from far away. Evan didn't like this place. Not at all. The younger mutants tread carefully as well, wondering what they had gotten themselves into.

Finally, the six mutants walked off of the street, and into the entrance of Mojo's Arena #3. Reading the marquee, they all gaped and shuddered.

"Tonight's Last Fight! Kurt, Scott and the third, female Outworlder will battle the most nefarious beings in this world or any other. . .THE WARWOLVES!"

"Warwolves. That doesn't sound good." Rahne said.

Both Evan and Hank threw her a look that told her to shut up, and the troupe continued on.

"Hey! Who are you? What are you doing here?" a voice behind them yelled.

They turned and found themselves facing a very tall man. He had skin as gray and mottled as an elephant's. His face had a skull-like appearance. He was smiling. Unbeknownst to the mutants, they were standing there, looking at The Agent.

"I said. . .what are you doing here? You're not from here." The Agent said, advancing on them.

To their credit, the New Mutants held their ground.

"No. No we're not. We've come from another reality to rescue our friends, who are imprisoned by the ruler of this world. I'll thank you not to get in our way." Hank said, dropping to the ground and cracking his knuckles.

The rest of the mutants all put their best game face on and tried to stare him down.

The Agent laughed softly.

"Is that supposed to be a threat?" he asked.

"Take it however you would like to, sir." Hank said, prepared to attack.

Again, The Agent laughed softly.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm The Agent. I helped to capture one of your little friends for "the ruler of this world," Mojo, and am currently trying to deliver more of you to him. Higher pay, ya know."

"Oh really? Well go on and try, ugly." Jamie said, Rahne holding him back.

"Your outburst is cute, little one. You'll star in a comedy. That is. . .if Mojo chooses to keep you alive." The Agent said.

"Rush him." Evan ordered, and the mutants rushed toward The Agent. They were about thirty feet away when he popped his claws and dropped low to the ground. Evan had a sneaking suspicion of just who he had captured.

Sam flew at him like the cannonball that was his namesake. Screaming, Sam hit him dead center, picking him up and throwing The Agent through the wall behind him. The Agent simply flipped over in midair, landing on his feet and running toward the mutants. He leaped over Hank, kicking Evan to the ground. Hank turned to face The Agent again, and threw both fists his way. The Agent dodged easily, rolled over, and cut a long slash in Hank's hand with Logan's claws. Hank yelped and kicked out with his feet. They caught The Agent in the face, and he was thrown backward toward Ray, who hit him with everything he had. The Agent howled, feeling heat eating his body away. Then he smiled, feeling Logan's power take over and heal his injured parts. Ray jumped out of the way just as The Agent sliced downward, cutting out a chunk of the floor where Ray had been. Ray's eyes widened in shock just as The Agent kicked his legs out from under him.

Rahne had grabbed on to Jamie and hauled him backward. Jamie's eyes were furious. He didn't realize that he was too young for this fight. He didn't realize that his power wouldn't help him much in this fight. All he knew was that this "thing" had done something to his teacher Mr. Logan, and was right now hurting his "family." And so Rahne was doing all that she could to stop Jamie from entering the fray.

"Let me go!" Jamie shouted.

"No, Jamie. Ya can't get into this! Come on! We gotta find Kurt, Scott and Kitty!" Rahne yelled, pulling him backward.

In the entrance hall, the battle raged on.

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Ororo was breathing hard. She knew that she couldn't keep this up. There was no way that she could. She felt as if they had been running in circles. Literally. They had passed up the remains of Bobby's "ice barrier" twice now. It was hard to tell where they were. With no light, except for the alarms, they could hardly tell where they were going. At least it seemed that they had lost the Warwolves. Ororo marveled at those creatures. They seemed to be unstoppable.

"Stop! Stop, stop, stop!" Ororo said, halting the others.

"What? What is it?" Longshot asked, looking around, ready to fight.

"Oh my God! We're all gonna die! And Warwolves in the complex! Mojo's gonna be so mad! Oh my God!"

"Can someone shut her up?" Bobby asked.

Marie ungloved her hand, reached out and knocked out Minor Domo, and then put her glove back on.

"Thanks." Bobby said.

"We can't keep doing this." Ororo said. "We need to find out where we are, and how to get out. We've just been running in circles. And I'm getting tired."

"Me too." Bobby said.

"Same here." Marie voiced.

"Well, what do you think we should do then? Wait here for them to find us?" Longshot said.

"No, but we've been running around like chickens with our heads cut off." Bobby said. "So the doors are locked. So what? I'm sure one of us can find a way in."

And with that, Bobby threw a beam of ice at a door, freezing it. Kicking it lightly, it broke apart. The troupe stuck their heads in, and found nothing but a supply closet, filled with tapes and camera equipment.

"See?" Bobby asked.

"Great. We found a supply closet." Longshot said, walking down the corridor.

"He's a little moody." Marie said.

Bobby shrugged, picked up Minor Domo, and threw her into the closet.

"I shouldn't have come with you. Mojo's trying to kill me, and you're all along for the ride." Longshot said, shaking his head.

"Well, we're in the situation now, so what we should do is find the best way out of it." Ororo said. "Where did we enter this place?"

"We were all kinda unconscious. Remember?" Marie said.

Jean had been silent for some time now, staring off into the distance as if thinking. Suddenly her eyes opened wide.

"The Professor's here." She said.

Everyone's heads turned toward her.

"What?" Bobby asked.

"The Professor, Hank, Evan. . .everyone is here. The Professor said he's on his way here. He's bringing Amara and Roberto with him."

Everyone's eyes went wide.

"He's coming to save us." Jean said, a small smile beginning to play across her lips.

"How far away is he?" Ororo asked.

"He's in that lab, but he's on his way here." Jean said.

"Okay, then. This is what we'll do. We'll continue to hide. We fight if we have to. The Warwolves aren't unstoppable." Longshot said. Ororo blinked. It was as if he had read her mind. "Together, we should be able to fight them, or at least hold them off."

As if in answer, they could hear the three things behind them begin to shriek.

"Okay. Enough of this." Marie said. She slipped her gloves off and touched everyone. The touch didn't last long, but each person felt slightly weakened.

"I don't know if that was a bright idea, Marie." Jean said, steadying herself against a wall.

Marie could feel all of their powers within her.

"Ah'll hold 'em back for awhile, at least until you four can help out. We hold them back until the Professor gets here. Then we'll be fine. Raght?" Marie said.

No one answered her. The shrieking was closer.

"Raght." Marie said, walking down the hall towards the Warwolves.

"Marie. . ." Ororo said, trying to warn the girl.

Marie wasn't listening. She had had enough of this world. Her best friends were all either in pain or horribly scared. Her little brother was being forced to fight with his best friend. No one had any idea where Logan was. She was tired. More than anything, she just wanted to repay some of the pain visited upon her back onto this world. And the Warwolves presented her with this chance. Standing in the middle of the hall, she could see the three things galloping toward her. The powers within her flared. Her eyes went snow white, and electricity coursed through her body. Wind began to blow through the corridor. At the same time, her body turned to ice. With Longshot's ability to create his own luck, and Jean's TK, she ran down the hall, bellowing, towards the Warwolves.

The first one jumped, leaping towards her with its front arms extended, claws pointed at her face. Screaming, she threw a bolt of electricity at it. It was so close that it had nowhere to go, no way to dodge. The lightning bolt hit it dead center, throwing it thirty feet down the hall. The other two skidded to a halt, eyeing their prey. They weren't used to be attacked, and this new action had thrown them off. They were, however, creatures of habit, and their habit was killing. The second one jumped at Marie. Marie caught it in midair with Jean's TK, holding it there. The third one sat looking at it before turning back to Marie, hissing. Marie threw the second Warwolf into the third one. They crumpled under the impact.

The first one, who had been thrown down the hallway, rushed her again. Marie iced the ground in front of it, causing it to slip, sliding toward her. With Longshot's agility, she flipped out of the way and ran along the wall. She couldn't believe how light and fast she felt. The Warwolf stopped sliding and moved toward her. Marie iced its feet, rooting it to the spot. She felt triumphant for a moment, and then one of the other two swiped its claws at her, cutting a deep wound in her leg. Marie cried out and fell to the ground. The thing reared up, bringing both of its front claws down toward her face. Marie screamed, holding her hands up, and shot a powerful ice beam at it. It froze, taking the form of a horrifying statue. Marie kicked out with her good leg. It shattered into pieces. The Warwolf that had its feet frozen hacked and slashed at the ice, breaking it apart. It turned back on Marie, who was just getting up. She never saw it coming. It screeched, picked her up, opened its beak, and went for her face.

It never reached her.

Ororo laid her hands upon it, her inner rage coursing through her body like electricity. The Warwolf dropped Marie, turning toward Ororo, meaning to finish her off. Before it could, its head exploded, sending it sloppy, reeking remains all over the hallway. The last Warwolf then tackled Ororo. It was immediately ripped off of her by and encircled by a TK field from Jean. Jean threw it back and forth down the hallway. It was almost comical. The Warwolf looked as if it were trapped inside of a pinball, which was zooming back and forth. Then Jean closed the TK field, and the creature within it was crushed, its innards spilling out of its mouth.

Jean was horrified. She had never killed anything before, and immediately felt regret. She fell to her knees, close to bursting into tears. Longshot knelt next to her, his eyes wide. He had never seen anyone with the power to destroy the Warwolves, who the inhabitants of the Mojoverse looked on with fear. He put his hand on her shoulder, and she turned to him. Tears formed in her eyes, and he shook his head.

"It's okay, Jean. It's okay. You did nothing wrong." Longshot said, understanding the girl's sorrow.

"Yeah, Jean. It was us or them. Personally, I'm glad you chose us." Bobby said with a small smile.

Jean turned to Bobby, nodding. She knew that they were right. She'd be okay.

"Jean. I am outside of the building in which you are trapped. Can you hear me? Can you find me?" she heard the Professor's voice say in her mind.

"Yes." She said out loud, standing up quickly.

"What is it?" Bobby asked.

Down the hallway, Ororo was helping Marie to her feet, the younger girl leaning on the elder's shoulder due to her injured leg.

"Yes what?" Bobby asked again.

"Ororo, hurry! The Professor's here!" Jean said, running down the hallway, feeling for her mentor.

"We're gonna be fahn." Marie said, closing her eyes.

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The Agent was tiring of his game. He realized that sooner or later, these beings that he was fighting were going to win. There were too many of them, and too few of him. He knew that he wouldn't last, with or without his new healing power. However, he wasn't scared. He knew what to do. He would take their leader. Without their leader, they would be powerless. So, as fast as he could, he grabbed the nearest one and put Logan's claws to his throat.

The rest of the mutants watched as The Agent threatened to cut Evan's throat open.

"Enough!" The Agent screamed. "Shall we end this little game?"

"No!" Hank yelled. "What do you want?"

"Oh, it's easy." The Agent said. "Okay, young one, reach into my bag and pull out one of those pieces of paper."

Evan, with a look of rage, did just that.

"Now. . .hand it to the blue furry one." He told Evan.

Hank took the paper.

"'What am I to do with this?" Hank asked.

"Easy. Just sign it." The Agent said, smiling.

"Why?" Hank asked.

"Don't ask questions." The Agent said, sliding a claw along Evan's neck. Blood dripped from the wound it caused. "Just do it."

Hank closed his eyes.

"I don't have a pen." He said.

"Young one, I think you know the drill." The Agent said to Evan. Evan looked at him, disgusted, then reached into the bag and threw Hank a pen.

Hank gave a hesitant look at The Agent, and then turned to the teens.

"Get ready to run. Run to Kurt and Scott. Okay?" he said.

The others nodded.

Hank signed the paper quickly, and his body immediately turned to smoke, the contract rushing into The Agent's waiting hands. He dropped Evan, he coughed before getting up and running off with the others.

"Yes. Run. Don't worry, I have more contracts." The Agent said, putting the contract in his bag and walking off in the direction the mutants had run.

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Mojo looked at the screens in his office, his mouth hanging open. The screens had shown the chase through the complex. They had broadcast the battle between the outworlders and the Warwolves. And quite frankly, Mojo just couldn't believe it. In a fit of rage, Mojo ripped one of the monitors out of the wall and threw it at Major Domo. Major stepped slightly to the right while polishing his nails on his shirt. The chair went sailing past his head.

"How could this happen?!? How. . .could. . .this. . .happen?!?" Mojo screamed.

"Well, Sir, I suppose that we. . ." Major Domo began.

Mojo threw a hard look his way.

". . .that is to say, I, underestimated these outworlders." Major Domo said.

"You're damn well right you underestimated them! This was the dumbest plan you've ever come up with!" Mojo said.

"And. . .which plan was that?" Major asked.

"Releasing the Warwolves into the facility! And to think. . .they didn't even kill Minor Domo. That useless worm will probably be here annoying me any moment now."

Major Domo had been ignoring Mojo, instead looking from monitor to monitor.

"Sir. We have a new problem." Major said.

"No! You have a new problem!" Mojo said.

"I'm sorry, Sir?" Major asked, turning to face Mojo.

"I don't want to hear about anymore problems! You fix them! And if you don't fix them, don't tell me about them! But. . .if they cause trouble for me, they cause trouble for you, too! Got it?" Mojo screamed.

Major Domo looked back at the bank of monitors. On one of them, a bald man in a flying chair and two children were currently walking along one of the walls. He watched as one of the teens, a girl, turned to flame and blew a chunk out of the wall. Through this wall, the outworlders they had captures, and Longshot, crawled through and ran off.

"That's it! I've had enough of this!" Mojo screamed. "How many Warwolves do we have those morons in the arena fighting?"

"That would be three, Sir." Major Domo said.

"Finish them off. Throw ten Warwolves in there." Mojo said, cracking his knuckes.

"Ten, Sir?"

"Ten." Mojo said, watching the monitors showing the arena.

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I'm sorry about the super short chapter.

Okay, I'm still writing at 3am. So, if I made in horrible mistakes here, I apologize. I think that I'm really starting to lose my game. Losing readers, losing ability to write. . .I'm just off. Okay, enough belly aching. I'm off to go to bed. I have work in five hours.

Later.