"Wha-" Wolverine started, but Deja wasn't going to wait.  She faked right and then flipped to his other side, whacking his hip with her bo.  He growled and charged at her, attempting to 'claw' off her head.  But of course it didn't work, she was too fast for that.  She dipped as if in limbo and used his vulnerability, having his back face her, to her advantage.  She kicked him so he stumbled forward and in his moment of disorder she swung her bo high, and brought it down on his body with a gratifying thud.  She thought she heard the echo of metal but ignored it.  He actually fell down now, and she saw the blood spreading across his back where the hook had grazed him.

            The satisfied grin she carried disappeared when he turned around.  Anger, hate, all of these came flooding at her in an instant.  Die, Die!  The Adamantium…She blinked, distracted by strange memories.  He charged at her.  He stuck the tube of Adamantium in her torso.  He tried to hit her but she dodged him.  He watched as her cuts healed.  He jammed his claws in her.  She used his body to pull away.

            Deja cried out and put her hands over her head, falling to the ground.

            Wolverine was about to strike again when he noticed how peculiar she was acting.  He hadn't really hit her yet and she was already in pain.  'This might be a trap.  She might be faking.'

            "No!  No!  I didn't mean to!" Deja screamed.  Logan had a feeling she wasn't talking to him and he observed, still alert.  "Please!  Please!  I couldn't stop myself!"

Deja shrieked, grabbing a spot on her stomach.  Her eyes opened and Wolverine's mouth opened slightly as he saw a magnificent display of blue-brown-blue-brown flip and swirl inside her eyes.  Tears started streaming down her face as she stared up at an invisible light.  A passionate sadness overcame her and Wolverine stepped closer, engrossed.  He lost his breath when he saw the way her tears reflected the light.  Again he saw Lady Deathstrike, the Adamantium pouring out of her.  And in a flash his vision was gone and it was Deja in front of him again, crying metal tears.

            Pyro's eyes closed tighter as he tried to remain asleep, but something was jabbing him painfully.  He looked up and a pipe was hovering in mid-air above him.  It curved into the words 'Go check on her.'  He narrowed his eyes, annoyed, at the pipe, but there was nothing he really could do.  Pyro got off of his the bunk-bed and walked down the rusty halls.  This was an abandoned prison by the Maryland side of D.C.  He observed the nasty jail, still curious at the dungeon features of it.  The prison had been abandoned since the county deemed it 'inhuman.'

            He walked up the stairs, which he still was timid about since the creaked weakly every time he stepped on them.  He reached the cell she was stored in and slid the door open.  Since it was a cell for isolation there were no bars.

           He stepped inside the room which was nothing more than a six planes of metal, one of the top, one on bottom, and four at each side.  He looked around, startled not to see her.  Then, once the realization of her escape set in, panic began to rise in his chest.  He looked behind him, as if expecting Magneto to be standing there, enraged.  He turned back and ran his hands hopelessly over the bare cell.  'What am I supposed to do?'

            Footsteps.  Magneto was tired of waiting.  'Oh, God.'  Magneto was almost there.  'Where is she?'  He was in view.  "Shit."

            "Well?" his European accent asked threw the penitentiary's silence.

            "Um-"

            "How is our little Crystal Ball?"  Magneto peeked into the cell, his face falling at once.  There was silence.  Magneto turned to Pyro was felt incredibly small all of a sudden.  "Where is she?"

            "Um-"

            "How could she escape?" Magneto hissed, fury dripping off every syllable.

            "I dunno!  How could I have stopped her?  She…just…disappeared!"

            "She can't disappear."

            "But she did!"

            Magneto evaluated the situation.  "It's the chemicals; the enhancers."

            "What?"

            "Dammit."

            Back in the abandoned, metal prison, the Brotherhood plotted their next move.  "You're certain she's with the X-Men?"

            "Yes," Magneto answered Mystique.  "Pyro…You need to retrieve her."

            "What?"  Pyro sat up, as he wasn't really paying attention.

            "The X-Men can't find her, and I think Charles might."

            "Why would they find her, specifically?"

            "Because Charles knows me too well."  And that's all eh would say.  John stood up, ready to leave.

            "Wait," Mystique called.  John held back.  "Erik, if she's already at the school-"

            "Than perhaps Pyro can enter inside and retrieve her.  They'll accept him back gladly."

            "Yes, but not without suspicion," Mystique reasoned.  She morphed into an innocent looking girl.  She had wavy, blond hair and soft blue eyes, with milky skin and subtle, pink lips.  She looked a bit younger than Pyro's.

            But disturbing her innocence was Mystique's evil grin.  "Let me go."

            Magneto had already accepted the proposition, though Pyro held some doubt inwardly.