The room was, dark… but that didn't keep them from watching the two children being drug into the room. They both looked about the same age, 14, maybe 15, and both were bruised and cut. The girl, whose arms were currently in restraints, had long black hair covering her face as she looked at the ground. She had on a rose colored traveling cloak and a black shirt and jeans under it. There were two guards moving her alone the corridor, both with expressions of strain and difficulty. Next to them was another guard who held a boy by the collar of his shirt. He had pure white hair that stood out in the blackness of the room. His cheek was badly bruised, and a trickle of blood ran from his mouth. He was wearing a pair of worn brown jeans, a black shirt with a brown jacket over it. Around his knees were what looked like a shock collar that you would put on a dog, but they were beeping and glowed red with every step he took.

The girl shifted slightly and the men holding her tightened their grip. When they stopped they did not immediately throw them in the cells like the others, but released their grip on the boy who turned to face them. "We've tried to get you to talk, but it doesn't seem to be working… if you tell us what you know, you won't be imprisoned here, if you don't we'll find another way to get it out of you. The boy shrugged, "Ask me all you like, my answers ain't going to change…" The guard who held him stared at him.

"Where's Magneto?" he asked the boy seriously. The boy smiled. "Don't know… couldn't tell ya…" The guard put a hand on the boy's neck. "Don't lie to us! We know he's your father! Where is he hiding?" The boy gave another calm shrug. The guard, who was obviously losing his temper, swung open a cell door, but before he had a chance to throw the boy in, the girl the other two were holding shot her head up. Two of the very few dim light bulbs blew out. The two men suddenly jumped off of her as though they had just touched a stove. The man who had been interrogating the boy turned quickly, but in doing so letting the boy begin to run, but as his pace quickened (which it was doing quite rapidly) the beeping on the bands around his knees beeped louder, the lights flashed brighter, then- ZAP!

The boy fell to the ground clutching his knees in pain. He struggled up, legs trembling dangerously and saw his guard holding a gun up to the girl, but automatically he knew he was not going to shoot her. "WANDA, BEHIND YOU!" he shouted, trying to move, but his knees collapsed. He heard the back of the gun than the man standing behind Wanda had been holding strike her in the head and her falling to the ground. He tried again to stand but this time a sharp pain shot up his back-

He blacked out…


"Is he alright?" said a female voice above the boy. He opened his eyes and saw three sets of eyes looking at him. He gasped and shot up, falling right back down as pain shot down his back. "Who are you?" he asked, still in shock. He only knew one of the faces looking at him, his sister Wanda… the rest were strangers.

"'S all right Mon ami, you are okay." Said a tall man with messy brown hair and blazing red eyes. "Gambit is what dey call me. And dis be Wolfsbane." He nodded to the redhead kneeling by him. "Hello!" said Wolfsbane in high French sounding accented voice. "Pietro, are you okay?" said Wanda anxiously. The boy, Pietro, rubbed his knees. "I'll live." he said, "How 'bout you?" She rubbed the back of her head. "Eh, they didn't hit me too hard, but we were worried about you, they hit you in the back with some kind of stunner…" Pietro sighed, "Yeah, I can tell…" he said stretching his arms in the air.

"You should be getting some sleep; you will feel better in zee morning." said Wolfsbane touching him on the shoulder, Pietro just seeing how long her nails were. He nodded and sighed. He heard Wolfsbane walk into a corner of the cell he could now see in clear focus, Wanda to another, but Gambit didn't move. "Mon ami, I have a message for you…" he said quietly so nether Wolfsbane or Wanda could hear him. "Da message be dis, 'I will be der for you, take care of your sister until I come.'" It didn't take long for Pietro to know who this message was from.

"Good… I'll be waiting…" he said quietly laying his head on the stone floor. A corner would be more comfortable, but he didn't want to move tonight… besides, Magneto wouldn't keep him waiting for too long.