AN: Thanks SOOOOOOO much to the people who reviewed. One little problem. What The F*&! Is a Mary Sue! ! ! ! ! And sorry about the spacing. My computers kinda weird . . . anywho, happy huntings!

Die Another Day

I'm gonna wake up, yes and no

I'm gonna kiss some part of

I'm gonna keep this secret

I'm gonna close my body now

I guess, die another day

I guess, die another day

I guess, die another day

I guess, die another day

I guess I'll die another day

(Another day)

I guess I'll die another day

(Another day)

I guess I'll die another day

(Another day)

I guess I'll die another day

Sigmund Freud

Analyze this

Analyze this

Analyze this

I'm gonna break the cycle

I'm gonna shake up the system

I'm gonna destroy my ego

I'm gonna close my body now

Uh, uh

I think I'll find another way

There's so much more to know

I guess I'll die another day

It's not my time to go

For every sin, I'll have to pay

I've come to work, I've come to play

I think I'll find another way

It's not my time to go

I'm gonna avoid the cliché

I'm gonna suspend my senses

I'm gonna delay my pleasure

I'm gonna close my body now

I guess, die another day

I guess I'll die another day

I guess, die another day

I guess I'll die another day

I think I'll find another way

There's so much more to know

I guess I'll die another day

It's not my time to go

Uh, uh

[Laugh]

I guess, die another day

I guess I'll die another day

I guess, die another day

I guess I'll die another day

Another day [x6]

Madonna - Die Another Day

Chapter 1

Jade rode until she was almost out of gas and the gunshot wound in her shoulder became only too annoying. She stopped in a small town, gassed up her bike and paid for a cheep hotel and some other things she needed. The clerk looked at her bloody shoulder reproachfully but said nothing of it. For that, Jade was grateful.

She threw her duffle onto the old bed and it creaked loudly under the slight shift in weight. She then removed her backpack, careful not to injure her shoulder more. She took the gauze and the disinfectant she had picked up at the store at the gas station out of her bag and placed them on the counter in the tiny bathroom.

She removed her ruined turtleneck carefully and examined the gunshot wound. She cursed under her breath as she noticed that the bullet did not go clean through. She rooted around in her backpack and found a pair of surgical tweezers she used to pluck her eyebrows.

She stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom and glared at her bleeding arm. She examined the wound in her arm and quickly put the tweezers into the wound and started to move them around, looking for the bullet. She cursed very loudly because, man, it hurt! When she found the bullet she yanked it out of her arm, causing her to curse even louder if that was possible. She tried to clean up as much of the blood as she could while a few tears of pain escaped her eyes. She wiped them angrily and wrapped up her shoulder, wincing as she did so.

Soon after, she put on a plain white t-shirt and fell onto the bed, instantly falling asleep.

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"She seems to be residing in a small town just outside of Little Rock, Arkansas. I have a fix on the hotel she seems to be staying as of this moment. If you leave now you can get there by midnight and probably get her to come back here with you. If not that way, well, use a minimal amount of force to bring her back, if you please." Charles said as he wheeled around a display of the little town.

The group nodded as he finished his directions and headed back out to the jet. Logan sighed in annoyance but followed the rest of the team to the out.

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Jade's eyes snapped open as she heard the sound of muffled voices. In an instant she was up out of the old bed and grabbing the two Glocks and the holsters off her side table.

She was up next to the door as silently as humanly possible, waiting for who ever was outside to try to enter. She attempted to concentrate on what they were saying but their voices kept fading in and out. She shook her head as she felt her eyes go cross with concentration. Damn, she thought, got to work on that.

As she was trying to clear her sight, the door opened. Jade kicked the door so it ended up slamming the person who had opened it in the face. She heard the head slam into the door and the disgruntled person say some colorful words. She smirked. What she didn't expect was for some blue dude to pop up in front of her and grab her arm. She was about to knock the crap out of him when they were suddenly outside the hotel. She glanced around noting the other people looking out her and spun her guns around, just for show.

"What? Never seen a girl and a gun?" She said as she stuck the guns in the holsters she had put on. "And where the fuck is my stuff."

A moment later the blue dude appeared with a backpack and a duffle bag that looked suspiciously like hers . . . probably because they were hers.

"Watch your language, squirt." Said a guy that looked like he could have passed for a werewolf. "You're coming with us." He grabbed her arm and she punched him in the nose. He let go of her arm and took a step back, stunned for but a moment.

"Like hell I am and who you calling squirt, fluffy?" She said, backing up a few steps and putting her hand on one of the guns.

"Look, um, you should calm down, uh, Jade was it?" A guy with an odd thing over his eyes said as he took a step closer to her. Jade yanked out both guns and aimed them about two inches from his face.

"A: This is calm for me. If I were not calm you would be eating your own balls. B: How the hell do you know my name?" She cocked both guns as a warning. At this point the guy she punched was looking at her as if he was about to laugh his head off and the three others (Storm, Jean, and Kurt) looked reproachful of her.

"Hey, is that blood on your shoulder! Are you al-" Jean said, taking a slow step forward.

"I'm fine" Jade said, pointing one of the guns at her and kept the other on the guy with the visor. Jean gulped and took a step back. Jade looked back at the guy she was holding at gunpoint. "So, are you going to answer me or would you like to meet Mr. Lead?"

"I know your name because we're mutants too and-" He started

"Tell me something I don't know, you little jerk-off." There was the sound of someone snorting and she knew it was probably the guy she had punched.

"We work at a school for the gifted. For mutants. We were sent to get by Charles Xavier, the person who runs the school. He thinks you're in danger."

"Look, ya ass whole, I have been in danger for the better part of my life. Did you fly all the way here just to tell me i'm in danger, cuz if you did, you just wasted a shit load of gas.." She still had her guns pointed at him but instead of him answering her an African American woman with white hair stepped forward.

"We have not been able to get a fix on your location for a while. You seem to, uh, never stay in the same place for long." She said, eyeing the guns still pointed at her college.

"Got my reasons." Jade said, with a srug that mad her wince because of her soulder. She thought no one noticed. Logan did.

"Guys, lets just get her out of here. I have a bad feeling that-" The fluffy dude was cut off by someone shooting the window of Jade's room.

Jade dove to the floor and aimed at the intruders. She was not even paying attention to the people she had just held at gunpoint. She only heard their distant shouts of distress because she was concentrating on the enemies at hand.

Suddenly, she felt someone's hand grab her shoulder, her hurt one, to be exact. She growled in pain and turned to shoot the idiot who touched her but when she turned around, she was in a jet. She looked around, and noticed the blue guy looking at her sheepishly.

"I apologize ive I 'ave caused you any 'arm." He said with a German accent as he pointed at her, now freely bleeding, shoulder.

"It's, um, nothin'." Jade mumbled as she looked around. Her jaw was probably somewhere around the floor. How the hell did I get in here, she wondered.

"I am a transported. My name is Kurt. I used to vork at a circus and I vas-" Kurt started his life story, smiling.

"A wah?" Jade said, looking utterly confused.

"A transporter." Came a voice from behind her. Jade turned and came face to face with the guy she had held at gunpoint and the rest of his merry grew. She then noticed that the other wolf man had her bike.

"What the hell are you doing with my freaking-" She was not able to finish because a cloth covered her mouth. She squirmed for a moment but whatever the cloth had on it was starting to make her tired.

"Sorry about this." Were the last words she heard before she drifted off into blackness.

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Logan watched as Jean examined the gun shot wound of the unconscious girl. Jean had said something like 'Amazing, she removed the bullet and cleaned it. It looked fine other than the fact it wont stop bleeding.' Which lead him to believe the girl was use to removing bullets and fixing her own wounds. He didn't blame her, if what she said was true; about her living on her own for years it was entirely plausible. The thing he did not understand is why the mutant hunters were after her. She looked to be in her late twenties and seemed to have no extraordinary mutant ability. So the real question was, why do the hunters and Magneto want her?

AN: Watcha think of Chapter 1? I just want to let everyone who is reading this know that I usually don't make characters who us that little four letter work all the time. I try not to curse but as of later I have been doing it a lot. The only reason Jade curses is because she heard cursing all the time when she was younger and fending for herself for four years did not help. Thx for reading and a BIG THANK YOU TO MY AWESOME REVIEWERS!