Ok, well here's the next chapter. Um…what can I say? In this one, Maddy wakes up. Told you she wouldn't die. Well…let's see where this goes…

I can use the X-Men. If I put this disclaimers note on here. So, here it is. I don't own the X-Men or anyone or anything corresponding with Marvel and stuff like that.

"Madison…can you hear me?" the professor's voice rang in my head. Why though? I was supposed to be dead. I slit my wrists. My blood was everywhere. I saw black and white…then nothing. I was supposed to be dead. "Madison, if you can hear me, please say something," came his voice again. "Madison?"

"I can hear you okay!?" I burst out. "Thank you. Now, I think that we have some talking to do." I don't want to talk. I want to die. To be alone. "Can you leave me for a moment please?" I asked quietly. "Yes. I will leave for a moment, and then we must talk."

"Fine. Thank you." He nodded and left. I sat up and looked around. I was in the hospital wing. It was a cold, white, sterile room. Than I looked down at my wrists. They were heavily bandaged, but blood still showed through the white gauze. There was an IV in my left arm too. It was pumping blood into me. I sat up farther in bed and sighed. I don't want to be here. So I got up and pulled the IV out of my arm and headed for the window.

"Madison, are you ready to talk!?" the professor called through the door. "Um, give me another couple of minutes please professor! I need to wash my face and use the restroom." He agreed and I listened as his chair whirred away. They had saved me and now I had to live with this pain for the rest of my life. Damn them all! But either way, I was going to get out of here. I yanked the window open and looked down. There was a lower roof and then a tree. I could make that. First, I ran to the door and locked it tight, even setting a dresser against it. Why is there a dresser in here? Who cares? Back at the window, I sat on the sill and hopped out. Then I creeped along the edge and grabbed on to the tree. I shimmied down the limb to the trunk where I landed on the ground. What the hell am I doing? I can port. What a dumb ass I was being. So I ported.

"Pietro, open up!" I called banging on the locked door. Why have they decided to lock it now? "Pietro please!" I called banging on it louder. The door finally opened, but it was Wanda. "What the hell do you want?" she sneered. " I need to talk to Pietro. Please!"

"I don't think so. His father is here and they're doing business. With the Acolytes."

"Please! I really need to talk to him. Just for a moment."

"No!" she slammed the door in my face. I groaned and ported into the house. "Hey! Get the fuck out!" Wanda roared from the stairs. "You wouldn't let me in. So I came in on my own." She didn't care. I ran into the living room and found the Acolytes sitting on the couches and Pietro leaning against a wall. "I don't give a shit whether or not the X-Men figure out our plans. We need to go through with them. If they catch us, oh well! We need to get the job done and get out of there!" he spat at the flamer. I grinned at his dominance over them, but remembered why I was here and addressed him. "Whoa! Madison, what are you doing here?" he asked guiltily. "Pietro, I need your help!"

"Alright, all of you get outta here!" he yelled at the Acolytes. They all left, grumbling, more than likely profanities, until I couldn't hear them anymore. "What do you need? I have work to do. My father is out in the helicopter. I need to get this done."

"Pietro, I need a place to hide. Where the professor and the others can't find me."

"Why!? What happened!?" he asked, looking worried. "I-I…Pietro, I slit my wrists," I said holding my hands up for him to see. "What the fuck were you thinking?!"

"My father came. He beat me in the damn mansion. He left a letter. A hate letter. A death letter. I couldn't take it anymore. And the past was haunting me. Over and over again, I couldn't deal with it and I just broke down and did this…"

He held my hands gently in his, looking mournfully at the bandages. "What do you want me to do?"

"I just need a place far away to stay. I don't want to live there anymore. I wont be able to handle it. Please? Your father has places all over right? I can go to one of those."

"The X-Men know where all of those are though. Let me talk to my father. Wait here."

I sat down in the corner on a chair and waited for Pietro to return. I hope his father can help me out. Even though he hates me.

Later, before Pietro returned, Gambit came in. He sat on the arm of the chair I was in. He looked down at me, and I up at him. He grinned. I looked away. "Mon chere is sad. What's wrong? Let Remy help," he said suavely. I shook my head and stared at the floor as the silence killed me. "Alright then, Remy will not bother de sad chere. Goodbye."

"Wait. I need somebody to talk to. It's too quiet."

"Well, de chere has given into de Remy. His southern charm." I smiled. "No, I was too scared and annoyed by the silence. The charm isn't here right now. I cant be charmed right now. Sorry." He frowned and traded his suave, sexy face for a confused one. "De chere was scared of de silence?"

"Well, kinda. I just don't like them. They make me feel like there's something wrong. There is something wrong now, but I just don't want that silence right there proving me right." He understood. "What's wrong wit de pretty Madison then?"

"Too much to explain. But a lot. In my head and stuff like that. I have to get away from it all so that's why I'm here. Asking for help form Pietro."

"From de stuck up father's boy? He won't be of much help to you."

"Yeah he will. He's more helpful than you think actually."

"Off dat subject we will get…So, what happened to dis gorgeous chere's wrists?"

"I-I did that. I hurt myself." He took my hands into his and looked sadly at the bandages as Pietro had before. Then he unwrapped the bandage from one. "I just-"

"Shh…it's ok chere." How long had it been since I had done this? How long was I in that spectacular dream? "Remy, what day is it?" I asked quietly. "De day is Thursday." What day had I done it? Monday? Or was it Tuesday? I think it was Tuesday. Two days I had been out.

Remy had taken both bandages off and was running his finger along one of the fresh scars. I gasped at the pain of the first touch. "Why would you do dis to yourself? You have so much to live dis life for."

"You don't understand…" He didn't respond, but kept looking over the wounds. "Well, I think dat chere should return home to de Institute for help from de professor." Was he this wise that he could help me with my life? "I can't. I'm going wherever Pietro and Magneto will take me." He looked beaten, defeated, and hurt. "I'm sorry…"

"Do not be sorry mon chere. I was merely suggesting. It is your life."

Pietro came in a short time after, so Remy left. "Sir," he muttered as they passed. I smiled as Pietro took Remy's old seat. "Hey. Well, my dad thinks that we can get you to his moon base. That's where the Acolytes live most of the time. It would be safe, and you would be one of us again. That cool?" I had to think. Should I go through with this? Again, this was only my first and part of second week in New York. Everything moved so fast. "Sure. I'll do it."

"I'm betting that you don't have any of your stuff either?"

"I was just in the hospital, so that's a no. But you can whisk me off my feet and into the house."

"Alright. Let's do that now. I still have a lot of work to do."

At the door of the Brotherhood, Pietro stood locking it. "Why are you locking the door now? And you could have locked it from the inside."

"Because we just are. And I know that smarty pants," he said grinning. "Oh. Ok." I said in a plain, yet sarcastic voice. He took my hand and sighed, "Port us to the mansion gates. It'll be easier that way."

"Alright. Hold on then." He nodded and held on a bit tighter.

On the inside of the gates, we both stood looking a bit disoriented. "Whoa. I wonder what's up with my power? I've felt weird both times."

"It's probably cause of what you did to yourself. Now, you hold on." I did, and we were off. In the house in under five seconds. In my room in two. Luckily, Jubilee wasn't there. I quickly packed a bunch of clothes, my cigarettes, hygienic things, and belongings in to a large duffel bag. Then we were off again. Whooshing back toward the gates. He didn't stop as we got closer, but instead picked up speed, if that was possible, and we ran right over the top of the gates. "Whoo!" he called after clearing it. He was having fun. This, I realized, was his fun. Rushing around like this. I guess if it's your gift or power of whatever people call them.

"So, when are we going to leave for the moon base?" I asked as Pietro unlocked the door. "Uh…they're going in a couple hours. My dad and Sabretooth that is. Maybe Wanda." The door opened and we walked in. "You're not going with?" I asked. "No. I have a lot of work to do with the Acolytes and Mystique down here. I'm the one in charge a lot of the time when my father had other things to do."

"Well, when you're done? Will you come up then?" He tossed a set of keys on the kitchen counter and sat in a chair near the grimy table. "I have to. I have a lot of work to do up there too. It's easy to do this stuff first. I should be up there in a few weeks. If Wanda goes, you two can bond." I hope that was a joke. "Ok. Well, have I met Sabretooth?"

"Yeah. I think so at least. If not, you can get to know him better. And my father. He doesn't like you that much, so you can grow on him."

"Thanks. Um…so do they have everything up there we need?"

"Oh yeah. My father has it a lot better up there than we have it down here. So you have whatever you will need,. Don't worry. You'll like it too."

"Okay. But, how do they get there?"

"He has a special jet. Don't worry Maddy, it'll be taken care off." I was calm until now. And that made me explode out of nowhere. "Don't call me Maddy! Please! I cant' stand that! Holy shit! Why do I have to tell you more than once!?" He stopped messing with a pair of pliers and looked at me. "Hey. Whoa. Calm down."

"I'm sorry Pietro. Really I am. I just-"… "I can't-I just can't take that. Okay?"

"Alright. I'm sorry. Really. I didn't know. But why?"

"Cause. I just don't like to be called that. My parents always called me that when I was younger."

"Oh. Jeez, I-I-never mind. I'm sorry okay?" I giggled and looked at his flustered and part of the way angry face. "I heard you the first time."

"Pietro! Is that little girlfriend of yours going with us to the base?!" Wanda called from upstairs. "Yeah! Why!?" he spat back, staring at the ceiling. "We're leaving now!"

I sat up from the couch and looked at Pietro, who was mocking his sister. I stood up and grabbed my bags, then headed for the back door. Pietro followed me and told me to wait before I went outside. "What? They're leaving. I have to go."

"I'll see you in a little while. Be careful, and please, don't do anything like this again," he ran his finger over my cut, "Okay?"

"I promise. See you soon." I leaned toward him and kissed him. He returned it, and cupped his hand along my cheek. Then he stopped, pecked a kiss on my forehead and let me go. "Bye."

I ran out to the waiting helicopter in the backyard, stopped, waved to Pietro, then got on. Wanda, Sabretooth, and Magneto were all there and waiting as I got on lugging my duffel bag along. "Sorry," I said truly, and sat down. "We're heading to the military base Victor. Get going," Magneto announced loudly. I stared out the window, then closed my eyes. "See ya around earth," I whispered to myself. We were off. This was a fast moving helicopter, I thought as we lifted off, and sped away.

Hours later, we were at a deserted military base. In the desert. "Where're we at?" I asked Wanda. "Egypt. Then we go to the moon. Magneto keeps his moon jet here." I nodded and looked out the window. Weird. We started off, so I grabbed my bag, and followed Wanda to the exit. We stood there, the floor opened, and we filed off. There was nothing around. Where were we supposed to go? That question was answered quickly. Magneto out his hand out and a huge door opened through the sand. I was astounded. There were stairs leading to an all metal room below, and that where we were headed.

Inside, I stood around taking in the absolute blankness of the room. Dull, dreary, and cold. But hey, they're mostly guys. "Wanda, take her to the jet. You both need to prepare for the atmosphere change. You know what to do for the suits and jet prep," Magneto instructed her. She rolled her eyes and led me away. "Why are you even here?" she asked out of nowhere. "Because I tried to kill myself and they saved me. I don't want to live, and if I have to, I don't want to live with them. They make everything worse. And this is good too, I'm even further from my parents." She didn't respond, but slowed her pace. "Well, I guess it's nice up there."

In a large room, an even larger jet sat waiting. How could it be larger if the room isn't that big? Who the hell knows? Stop thinking! I told myself. "Well, this is the way to the moon. Let's get you ready. And just don't piss Mags off on the moon okay? He has a horrible anger problem."

"Oh," was all I said. "And yeah, that's where I get my horrible anger problem from."

Holy crap, I just kept typing, and typing, and typing, and typing, and typing, and…Oh, shut up! OMG, I cant stop typing! LOL. I'm in a weird mood right now, so I'm going to go now. I cannot be around a computer-in-a-weird-mood…send more reviews!!!