O.K., I know this is a lil' soon, buuuuuut... hope you like it anyway! Oh, and I'm gonna introduce another OC of my own I forgot to mention in the first chapter, and soon after this story I'll bring up his past and what he has to do with Bobby. Well, here's a hint as to what he has to do with our lil' hero: He was married to the mother. That shouldn't take to much thinkin', and he's also an alien. Plus, he looks like David Hewlett. You can find his picture by copy/pasting hisname in the search or address bar.

P.S. Look for a knew person to appear in the next chapter!

Bobby's eyes were fixated on the gun. What the hell was going on? He looked at the man, and saw that there was now two others. They began to speak French, and suddenly, Bobby was glad that he had taken those three years to go to France with his parents and younger brother. Sure, He had moved there when he was 10, but still, he could remember learning French.

"Un de ces garçons est-il le droit?( Is one of these boys the right one?)"
" Non.(No.)"
"Alors nous devons le trouver!(Then we must find him!)"
"Mais ils nous ont vus ! Ils savent à ce que ressemblons nous ! Nous devons les tuer d'abord !(But they have seen us! They know what we look like! We must kill them first!)"
"Ils ne comprennent pas le luange que nous parlons, il n'importeront pas ! Nous sommes ici à New York, pas où nous sommes supposons pour être, mais cent milles loin de notre destination ! Nous ne pouvons pas les tuer ! Ils sont innocents !(They do not understanda wordwe speak, it will not matter! We are here in New York, not where we are suppose to be, but a hundred miles away from our destination! We cannot kill them! They are innocent!)"
"Mon ami ne pourrait pas pouvoir vous comprendre, mais I sûr comme enfer peut.(My friend might not be able to understan you, but I sure as hell can.)" Bobby broke into the conversation. The man who had been arguing with the first said, in a very heavy German accent, not French like he'd been speaking in, "Zen you must die." He pointed his own gun at Bobby and shot three times in the chest. Surprised, he fell back into a tree, and gasped out, "John..run..." before blood gurgled from his mouth and his vision darkened. John stared for a moment and paid for by having his shoulder shot and grazed, slicing open some of his skin.

John turned and ran twords the mansion, leaving behind a trail of blood. He ran past the kids that were standing outside and to the open door where Logan and Scott stood talking to the newest of the adult X-men, Charlie. "What happaned? Where's Bobby?" Logan asked as Scott looked at John's arm. John managed to point and say "That way. He's...that way..."

Charlie took off at full speed. He didn't know which way he was going, but he knew he had to go some way. Soon he came to the river...and saw Bobby's limp form. He nearly tripped over himself. Grabbing the form into his arms, he cried as he rested his head on Bobby's. He suddenly heard a whisper, not from the wind, but from Bobby. "I...tried..." was he said before letting the darkness rush though his eyes, and letting Death take him.

Above, in the trees, a figure sat. This figure Muttered, "Reaper of Death, take not this soul from this form, but yet take it to heal it. Replenish the soul, and in doing so awaken the demon inside him, so that he may again live...and protect the innocents he has promised to protect." The Reaper listened to the words. Taking the soul, Reaper dissapeared, and re-appaered in the Spirit Realm. There, Reaper could protect this soul until healed. And Reaper knew that the immense strenght in side the child would equal that of the likeness of someone else he had helped...