A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys massive help. Seriously... Anyways, I got a review saying putting A/N's in the middle of the story is in bad taste so I'll try and refrain from doing so...

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Eight

There was a little girl in the cell next to mine who wouldn't stop singing... I never said anything to her, because the singing was nice to hear, my thoughts were all desolate and obtrusive... I didn't need to think when I heard her voice... Whenever I sat in my cell, staring at the bars, I pretended I was in a delirium, where everyone was some sort of player in this sadistic game... I was the fair maiden princess girl who (If Disney ever allowed it) like Cinderella got 'beaten, and degraded' by her 'lovely' stepsisters... I even had a song I could sing when the lights went out...

My gown is red from the blood

I've shed, my clothes have

Turned to rags, which seems

A little out of place... I hate

It here, I'm losing faith,

In all I ever thought I had...

Hey... This isn't all that bad...

Haunting me... It's all coming

Back...

Gloves, and needles, wires too...

I bet I look beautiful... Bleeding...

Just like you want me to...

'Cause baby, my days are gray

Without this pain I'd be okay...

Just tell me when you'll save...

This damsel in distress... She's

Waiting for you bleeding...

In her beautiful bloodstained

Dress...

XxX

"Professa' can't yo' fin' her any fastuh wit' all de crème de la crème equipment yo's got I t'hink yo'd be able t' fin' her..."

"I'm trying Mr. Le Beau, but the way her powers are fluctuating it's hard to get a good lock on her."

"A'ight, jus... I..."

"I know," The Professor finished for him.

"Know what?"

"it doesn't take a telepath to know you're in love with the girl..."

"Wha... I mean, how'd yo'... What yo' talkin' 'bout?"

"No need to use cover-ups... You love her, plain and simple..."

"No I don'- "Ah, I found her!"

"Where!" Remy practically fell out of his chair.

"Ah-ah, say it first, admitting it is the first step to some- "I ain' needin' no sermons. Where is she?"

"I'm not saying until you tell me what's been on your mind for weeks Mr. Le Beau..."

"What? De fact my girlfriend- I mean... friend. Ahem, is out dere somewhere an' we have to find her because I think I ---

"Because what?" He prodded.

"I t'hink I'm in love wit' de girl, happy now?"

"Yes she's at 'Weapon X' but we need to get the rest of the team together to get her out safely."

"Are yo' kiddin' me? I can get 'er out m'self, trust me."

"I think it'd be wise if we- "Do you trust me?" He asked pulling on his trenchcoat.

"Yes... But..."

"But what? Yo' don' tus' no Cajun Sreet Hustlah t' do de job for yuh? Yo be asking fo' a fias doo doo if yo' be takin' everyone yo' know... wit' yuh. It ain' very... Howevuh yo' 'Merican's say it... 'Strategic.' If yo' get my drift."

"All right... You can go... Under one condition."

"Any't'in,"

"You're taking Logan with you..."

"A'ight,"

Logan walked in, cracking his knuckles.

"All right Chuck, when do we start?"

(To be continued...)

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