Disclaimer: Several new characters are mine, including the plot. X-Men belongs to Marvel and Fox.

Calandra: Thank for you reading my stories! I'm glad you like them! I know what you mean; I'd love to see them in movies too. I just want to see my storylines in action!!

Angelica: We all would have loved to be Aurora then XD And.. Um.. Don't forget that Siren has gone to find her brother. o.o; but I'm intrigued by your idea.. Might change some stuff around, we'll see. The plot hasn't been finalised as to WHO is her brother yet.. so..

Jenny: It was totally out of the blue too, and aurora's mind isn't really on fighting mode to do such things. So she's panicking x.x So, you do like the idea to bring in that character? I've done quite a bit of research and reading some comic pages on the net for help. I hope they come across well. I really hope I get them in character!

I'm sure you'll all be yelling at me if I don't x.x;

Blix: Aw, I know, it's horrible v.v

Omala Moola: That's Aurora's job =P .. and is it really that good with cake? I'll have to try it one day =P

Chapter 11

The school was alive with footsteps and exclamations, either woken by Aurora's earlier shouts, or by the telepathical signal from Charles, mutants were on the look out for any suspicious character. This had all happened with a few minutes; Charles awakened abruptly by the distressed signs and had quickly sensed the happenings and flooded every mutant with warning. But as alarm passed through the school, Scott was closing in on the Wolverine's space cautiously for the man had fallen and since not moved, just emitting pained groans. Aurora made frightened mutters, moving closer to him but recoiling at his aggrieved sounds.

The blood was forming a decently sized puddle under the stained upper torso, and Scott cringed as he stepped closer and crouched towards the man, "Logan?" He questioned, trying to get his attention. There was no obvious response, "Logan?" He said in a firmer tone.

Aurora made a quiet sob, moving beside Scott, "What's wrong? Why isn't he healing?"

"He can't heal whilst the knife remains in.." Admitted Scott softly, his hidden eyes falling upon the weapon.

"Oh God, look at this.." Whispered Aurora, lifting her skirt hem away from the growing puddle, "He's gonna bleed to death Scott! Help him!"

"I.. I don't – "Cried Scott in a mild panic, sincerely not sure what to do.. it had always been Jean who knew what to do with such injuries.

"Pull it out! Please Scott!" Aurora cried, "He can't heal whilst it in, so pull it out!"

Scott was not at all happy with the pressure put upon him, but he inhaled a shaky breath before he leant forward over the wounded Wolverine and gripping the wooden handle weakly before he desperately jerked it upwards and out of the Wolverine's back. With the additional slicing in his back a shuddered groan shook from the Wolverine, a breathy wince in his throat. He hissed softly between his gritted teeth, his head lifted slowly from the floorboards, tired eyes glancing to the dripping knife Scott held. He didn't manage to speak, his head just dropped back to the wooden flooring, resting from his pain.

With a gasp of relief Aurora leant forward, pressing her cheek to Logan's gently, not wanting to embrace and worsen the open wound, but just to let him know she was here. She planted shaky kisses to his forehead, unsteadily holding back another flow of tears.

Suddenly, a voice came from the open doorway, "Louisa."

Aurora's head snapped from Logan's, shining eyes upon the lowered figure in the doorway, "Charles." She gasped, rising, "Who did it? Where are they?!"

Charles Xavier remained in the doorway, a clad in an emerald dressing gown and a sad demeanour, "They've gone." He said softly.

"No!" Cried Scott, "That's impossible! The whole school is on the look out!"

Charles sighed heavily, his eyes had lost their optimistic sparkle and were now dulled by concern, "Search the room and corridor Scott, I need to see Storm."

"Yes Professor." Muttered Scott, glancing down to Logan as he raised, "Aurora can you go and fetch – "

"No need." Came a new voice from behind Charles. Michael slipped around the wheelchair, his large palms carrying bandages and other assorted items necessary, "Move, move." He muttered dismissively to Scott and Aurora, who parted obligingly. But Aurora held an annoyed stare as she was shooed away.

"Michael.. do you know what you're doing?" Asked Scott worriedly as he watched Michael gently lift Logan from the floor so he could access the wound.

"Completed a two year medical course, mate." He murmured distractedly as he began ripping the drenched shirt from Logan's back and proceeded to bath the injury with cloths before lotions and bandages which quickly placed over the wound, "I know you can heal, Logan, but that's one deep gash, let's just get the bandages on for safety, eh?" He said as Logan began to protest drowsily to the attention, "You lost a lotta blood, lad.. Don't get yourself worked up." Logan slumped awkwardly on his side against the back of the bed, his features heavily drained of colour. Michael remained crouched beside him, watching Logan before he turned to the others, "He'll be alright. Do we know who did it?"

Charles shook his head gently as he turned to leave, "Not currently. I'm going to talk with Storm." He was met by quiet nods before attention fell back to Logan as the wise Professor left.

"Logan.." Muttered Aurora quietly, moving over to him to take hold of a limp hand. Logan's eyes slowly moved to her at this and he made a weak smile at her presence. His once weak grip tightened over her hand.

"God.." Sighed Scott, "Did you notice anybody?" He asked softly, now sat on a chair opposite them. His elbows rested on parted knees and he surveyed them with a frown.

Aurora shook her head gently, "No.. I didn't even hear anyone come up to us.."

"They missed the first time. "Logan grunted softly, his voice quiet as he finally spoke. His head turned and his nodded to the left hand wall, "Look."

Scott rose to his feet curiously, stepping around Michael and proceeding in that direction. He came to a halt with a soft gasp, "God.." He muttered, his hand gently lifting to pull a similar knife out of the front of the wardrobe door. It had also been firmly lodged in. He turned to them, holding the knife to them in proof, "They tried to strike twice.. but why?"

"Both Aurora and me where in here." Logan muttered, glancing down to her slowly, "Whoever came was trying to kill us both." Their hands instinctively tightened together.

"It was close." Michael muttered, watching the stab mark in the wood of the wardrobe door, "It looks like you musta moved just in time.."

"But not in time for the second." Said Logan softly, clearing his throat gently as he winced.

"This is all too familiar.. it must be the same person as before.." Said Scott softly, "It must be a resident here.."

"Yeah.." Muttered Aurora, "They never escaped last time.. they just blended in."

"Someone is against us in here.." Said Logan with a frown, "I thought it was just me.. but now they tried to get Aurora too."

"We need to stay alert." Said Michael as he stood; "It could well be a full group massacre if we're not careful.

All of a sudden, Xavier's voice passed through their minds, "We need to leave. There is a very possible danger down in South America. Come to the Briefing Room to discuss who is staying behind."

And then as Logan began to stand, he received a personal message, "You're not going anywhere."

Against Xavier's wishes, Logan had made himself present in the Briefing Room. He was one of the last down after he waited for the surrounding mutants to make themselves scarce. He entered through the large metal doors under Xavier's school and wandered in nonchalantly to the surprised stares he got. His eyes travelled around the small collection of metal chairs in the center of the room and he proceeded to take one beside Aurora.

Charles cleared his throat gently before giving a firm but kind stare to Logan, "Logan, you'll be refrained from this mission."

"Charles, it's only a cut, I'm fine." Replied Logan, balancing his right ankle on his left knee as he relaxed in the seat.

"You will be staying behind, Logan." It was a statement, not a question.

Logan eyed Charles, "What good is it gonna do?"

Charles replied differently, "We have no evidence of who carried out the attack. And I am aware of how serious this matter is. So do not doubt my concern. The school has been heavily searched and no evidence has been found." He made a soft sigh at the failure before he continued, "However, for the mission we need some to remain behind to take care of the students and keep an eye on the mansion." Charles turned his head as he addressed his group, "After tonight's happenings I fear we're all in grave danger and I cannot take any more risks"

"Then why are we leaving Professor?" Asked Scott softly.

"It's Siren.."

"Oh, not this again." Snorted Logan, his response getting him a few dark looks that soon softened after realisation of his trauma tonight.

"Yes, this again." Answered Charles in a placid tone. He continued to converse with the X-Men, "Indeed, I have always sensed that she would take off one day. I was hoping she wouldn't go down to South America. But she has."

"But what's wrong with that?" Asked Michael, a hand supporting his cheek as he sat.

"It's her intentions that worry me. And how others are going to react."

"But, Charles, c'mon. It's nothin' to do with us." Logan muttered, moving slightly in his seat that caused him to wince.

"Logan." Charles responded, a flare of anger in his tone for the first time that night, "Without our help she's going to get herself killed."

"She's not stupid enough to attack powerful people!"

"She doesn't realise how many and how powerful they are!" Charles replied, the heat still in his voice, "She will be killed if she is intent on revenge." Logan was ready to respond, but Charles began again, "Are you sincerely suggesting Logan that I admittedly allow Siren out of this haven and into the arms of death?"

"Haven? It feels like a haven all right!" Bellowed Logan, now rising, "We've got a murderer on the loose!"

"Logan! Please!" Cried Storm, rising to stand in front of him, duly blocking his path to the Professor, "Calm yourself!"

"We're running around on a vacation whilst I keep getting attacked in the night!"

"Logan! We can't let Siren die!"

"What about me?! What the hell is gonna happen to me!" Roared Logan, his features mangled with fury, "SOMEBODY HERE IS TRYING TO KILL ME!" He pressed forward in Storm's grip, his strength sending her back a few steps. As he exclaimed the facts passionately, his eyes narrowed viciously and flecks of spit flew from his mouth.

"And we shall stop them Logan!" Said Charles calmly, his confident stare finally making Logan lower, "But we need to help Siren." Charles turned to them, "We really do."

Meanwhile, back over the starry night sky of America to the south, Siren had begun walking again. Her steps were confident through the dark alleys. The sky above had lost its spectacular shimmer of colour and had settled into a deep navy, for the sun was long gone. Though the stars were making themselves proudly known in the cloudless sky, making up for the loss of the sunset. Siren carried herself assertively albeit an anxious glimmer nestled in her strong jade eyes. The sound of her heels echoed mysteriously around the harrowingly silent alley. Eyes were accustomed to the dark, and she glanced over her surroundings.

The tall buildings either side of her appeared to once have a wonderful red brick, but since had left uncared for and the dirt of the population had led to the walls becoming blackened. So now the walls were only a mix of black and red, speckled oddly in places. Scattered erratically were various posters, several places advertised. One indeed bore the image of a blue man, a hauntingly odd aura of yellow escaping and swirling from his eyes. So intent on the task, Siren did not recognise the name scrawled beneath the man, nor the title, 'The Munich Circus.' The dark tarmac below her feet had been left for many years, and holes has appeared in many places, old dirty puddles left to shimmer gently from the starlight; for the sun had never reached to dry them up, blocked off by the towering walls either side.

The air was perturbingly silent; there was an awful howling of wind through the small passageway. The grit filled gust tantalised with her hair and coat. Sending tresses spiralling madly behind her and her eyes narrowed in defeat to the dirt brought with it. Soon after, the unnerving silence returned. Siren made her way quietly down the alley, her eyes sharply glancing around for any signs of life. Her eyes travelled over the black iron stairs that dropped from the fire exits, and over the stacks of crates and dustbins.

She smirked a little to herself, becoming confident with her surroundings. Then all of a sudden, a light whoosh of air whispered from above as a dark figure leapt from one of the metal fire exit stairs. A clang had signalled the leap and Siren snapped her head skywards to watch the figure fall and land a few feet in front of her. She stared at him through the darkness, only making out the swirling flaps of their coat, and something long like a stick being held loosely. A quick pause passed as she waited with bated breath, expecting the newcomer to do something. But the next thing that happened didn't come from the leaping figure.. But from someone behind, for Siren felt something cold suddenly wrap around her neck and be pulled tightly back. – From the touch of cold loops, she knew it was a chain.

"Don't move chere." Muttered a rough and unfamiliar voice from the capturer behind her.

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