A/N and Disclaimer: I no own. Sorry if it took so long.

Firebirth: Chapter Six

"LET ME GO!"

The scream was loud and pleading, full of tears. There was a thud and the victim was pushed to the floor.

"We're very sorry for this, Martha," said a voice in the darkness.

Martha looked up, tears staining her face. She was naked save for a white blanket that she clutched around her protectively. Her head that was once covered in blonde hair was shaved, shining in the slight light. There was a line drawn around her scalp in permanent marker.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice hoarse.

"You already know that, Martha," said the man in the darkness. "We're the U-Men."

"Please," she said, sobbing. "Please let me go...I want to go home. Please, let me go home!"

"We can't do that, Martha," said the man, the shadows enveloping him. "Restrain her and begin the harvest," he said to the men who had brought Martha in.

"No!" she said. "No, no, no, no, no, NO! LET ME GO!"

Her blue eyes began to glow, and the first U-Man that had touched her let out a scream, falling backwards. The other one yanked the first U-Man's helmet off, to reveal blood trickling down his nose and eyes and ears.

"What did that mutie do to him!?" The U-Man asked, looking to the man in the shadows, his leader, for help.

"She exploded his brain, to put it bluntly," the man said, his voice tinged with the amazement of her power; and the knowing that her power would soon be his.

"Damn..." the U-Man said, looking at the crumpled figure of Martha, who was on the cold floor, sobbing. The man in the shadows handed him a syringe filled with tranquilizer.

"Restrain her," the man said dryly, his eyes still on Martha and not the U-Man. The leather clad solider gave out a 'yes sir' and approached Martha.

"Please," she cried. "Stay away from me!"

She tried to fight him off, but he stuck the needle into her before she could do any real damage. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her stare became blank. The U-Man helped her stand and walked her over to an operation table, which she did without argue.

"Don't..." she managed to say, right before she blacked out.

Right before she died.

"I am honored dat you called on Remy, Tessa, to steal dis...ah, what is it again? Oh, I forgot - - book. I truly am but," the Cajun gave her a smile, "Remy don't steal dem kind o' t'ings."

Tessa sighed. She had gotten out of Hellfire uniform for the first time in months, and all for nothing.

"Remy, I was assured by this Bella Donna person that you are the best and..." Tessa began.

"Who?" The Cajun asked. His seemed to be out of his cocky mood, and his voice was tinged with several different emotions that Tessa wasn't surprised to hear.

Nothing surprised her.

"Bella Donna," Tessa said. "I suspect you know her?"

"You could say dat," Remy said, leaning back in his seat. They were in a seedy bar, and if Tessa was a normal person she would of wondered why the teen got it. But she was not a normal person, and she knew it was because the teen was a lot more sly then people knew.

A silence passed between the two, until finally Tessa spoke.

"Are you taking the job or not?" Tessa said.

"...Bella said I would?" Remy asked.

"She did."

Another silence.

"Fine," Remy said. "But I hope you be payin' Remy a lot for dis job."

"Oh, trust me," Tessa said, a smile slipping onto her face. "You will."

"Charles," Moira asked. "Ye wanna tell me what this is o'bout?"

Mora was one of those women who was in the prim of her life, but still managed to look beautiful. She was Scottish and had the grass green eyes that said it. Her hair was short and brown, set into a stylish cut that curved the ends under her chin. She had on a bright yellow shirt and tan slacks with a white lab coat thrown over it.

Charles Xavier had just arrived on Muir Island, which was owned by Dr. Mattarget, and he had a little jet lag. Even though the plane had been set on Autopilot, he hadn't slept the whole time.

"Can we talk about it tomorrow, Moira, old friend?" Xavier asked, the stress showing in his voice. Moira paused, her lipstick-free lips in a little 'o', but she said nothing. Finally she nodded.

"Of course," she said. "'Tis good to see you, after all, Charles."

Xavier wheeled forward, but was stopped by the Doctor again.

"Dinna ya' bring 'ney bags?" She asked.

"I...yes," Xavier said, surprised that he had almost forgotten them.

"I should go get them," Xavier began.

"No, no," Moira said. "Me an' Sean will get them. Ye go rest."

"...Sean?" Xavier asked. Moira's eyes widened.

"Charles..." she said, taken aback. "I...I though ye knew..." Xavier lifted an eyebrow.

"Sean...Sean is me boyfriend," Moira said, her eyes saying she was sorry.

"Ah," Xavier said, his eyes saying that she shouldn't be. "I'm glad that you are happy again, then, Moira." He offered her a light smile and she returned it.

"Let me show you to your room," Moira said.

A/N: Really short, but review anyway to let me know that there are still people out there that read my boring-as-hell crap.