Hey there again! Sorry for slowing up the things, I've been busy, I'm not studying english anymore and I'm afraid I can forget everything I've learnt! Well, again, sorry! Thank you,wonderful reviewers!

Authorless1: Hey there, thanks for reviewing, I like the good Jean bd Jean thingy too, and she's my second fav character! Thanks again for reviewing!

Authorless2: Yep, it's complete, you'll know why when you read this part of the story... And about treasure our things, you're completely right, we have to appreciate what we have... I hate what they say about the " you won't know how important it is until you lose it forever" thing , but it is true... thanks for R&R again!

Diaz F: You're right! My sleeve is full of secrets... Thanks for reading and reviewing, you allreviewersalways make my day! And about the tubes... you'll know soon if you keep reading,soon, very soon you'll know everything)!

Wen1: Misteries, indeed, misteries... I think you'll figure out if Scott's dead or not, if it is really Scott or not if you keep reading, I hope you're all enjoying this story, I can't wait until I post next chapter! Thanks for Reading and reviewing, Wen!

Slickboy444: Thanks, buddie! I love emotional chapters too. AndJean's really, and I mean REALLY hurted by his death... I don't enjoyimagining herthat hurted, but I mean,she has to know what it's like, you know, loosing someone... I bet we've all gone through that, haven't we? Thanks for Reading and reviewing, slickboy,keep it up onHellfire and Brimstone, it's a really good story!

Helen: Yeah, maybe I made a mistake... Thanks for R&R!

Chapter IV

Late in the night, on the Rest In Peace graveyard, a man in a black tux was watching two of his men digging. He was thin and tall, snow-like white hair with a short beard. He smiled as his men took out the coffin from the digging.

Very good, guys, now go and turn off the oxygen tubes, they won't be nessesary anymore- The man said, referring to the tubes that were well hidden in the coffin. One of his men went somewhere to the source of the oxygen.

Do we take the kid to the limo, boss?- a man said, turning to see Scott Summers on the coffin.

Indeed, please- the man said, turning to leave. He got in a luxurious black limo, and then someone put Scott on a little bed that was in there.

Shall I take you home, Mr. Swift?- The driver said.

Yes, Sean, take us home- The man, called Mr. Swift, said. The driver smiled and went to Mr. Swift's home. The man got down the limo and went inside.

Where shall we take Mr. Summers, boss?- a maid came.

Take him to the east part of the mansion, please- Mr. Swift said.

But what about medical attention? He'll die- the maid said.

He is not even harmed, Mary, I just made the things look like that, I hired people to do absolutely everything to make sure everyone thought he died- Mr. Swift said.

But didn't his friends noticed that he was still breathing?- the maid asked.

I put a special liquid on his blood, it makes sure the heart works as slow as it is possible without stopping beating. It is certainly expensive, but it's worth it. He really was breathing each 10 minutes, and as slowest as possible- Mr. Swift said.

So everything's fake?- the maid asked.

Indeed, everything's fake. His brain waves had been changed so Charles Xavier doesn't find him. I hired a man... he can make believe everything's real when it is fake, and he could possibly do what I asked him to do- Mr. Swift said.

Is that Charles Xavier your enemy?- The maid said.

In fact, he's my best friend, Mary, but if he finds out that I have Scott, he'll take him away, and Scott will be vunerable for Essex's attack. I'm just protecting him, Mary. I need to protect him, after all, I'm his godfather- Mr. Swift said, leaving to the east part of the mansion, where Scott was supposed to be. Mr. Swift knew Scott was still asleep lying in his room. The east part of the mansion was like a house, it had everything: one room, three bathrooms, one huge garden, its own gym, kitchen, rec. room, studio, dinning room, etc. It was isolated from the rest of the mansion, it only had one door conecting to the mansion, and it was from solid metal. Mr. Swift entered through the door, and he made sure everything was ok in there. When he finished checking it out, he went out of the east part and went to his own room to get a deserved break.

Back at the institute, Jean was still awake, crying. She felt her world going down each time more. She felt like dying in that moment. She wouldn't have imagined that Scott could die. It never went through her mind. She couldn't fall asleep. She just couldn't believe what happened. She wished it was a nightmare. But she knew it wasn't. She felt so guilty about what happened before... with Daniel, with Duncan, with every single boy she had dated, Scott always protected her from them, that were mostly bad guys... everyone of them had been jerks to her. All of them. She knew Scott had always been right, but she was too coward to accept it. These thoughts just made her feel worse. She just lied there, sobbing and crying, until she finally managed to get some sleep.

The next day, Scott woke up early. He yawned.

Where the heck I am?- he said, looking around him. It didn't seem like his own room. He stood up. He was very uncomfortable. He noticed he was in a black tux.- Did I pass out drunk in a party or what?- he asked himself. He had a terrible headache. He went to the wardrobe. It was full of new and cool clothes.- Is this all mine?- Scott asked. He was very confused. He tried a white polo shirt with a pair of black jeans. They fitted perfectly. He yawned and took a more detailed look of the room. It had luxurious furniture, fine looking, and big. He arched an eyebrow and went out of the room. He saw everything in the place, it was the same as in his room: expensive, beauty and cool. He was very confused now, there was nobody in there. He tried to contact the professor, with no succes. He went out to the garden. - Wow- he said as he saw the beauty of nature reflexed in the garden. He loved the place, but he was still very confused.

He went to the kitchen, where it was the metal door that led to the mansion. He was about touching it when it popped open, and Mr. Swift entered.

Good morning, Scott- he said. Scott looked at him.

Who are you?- he asked.

I am Kyoto Swift- Mr. Swift said.

What am I doing here?- Scott asked.

Take it as a kidnap, Scott, I can't tell you anything right now. Prepare, you'll be having a surgery in half an hour- Mr. swift said, leaving Scott alone again.

A surgery?- he murmured to himself. He went to his room, and searched for anything that would help him getting out from the place. He didn't find enything. The time for the surgery was approaching. He couldn't hide, they would find him. Suddenly, he heard the door opening. He gasped and prepared for battle.

Mr. Summers, time to go to your surgery- a man said. He was a guy like Logan, but much taller. Scott gulped... He couldn't beat him...

What surgery?- Scott asked.

Brain repairing surgery, Mr. Summers- The man said.

What? I don't need that- Scott said, but before he could even finish his sentence, the man grabbed him and took him out of the room. He took Scott to a surgery room. Someone had attached him to the bed. He was fighting to get free, but it just was impossible.

Sleep while we do everything they told us to do- A nurse said, putting in his face a mask, and with this, Scott fell asleep.

Back in the institute, nobody went to school. They were all suffering their lost, wondering how could it happen. The professor had to block Jean's telepathy and TK, she was out of control. Storm, Logan and the professor were talking in the professor's office.

The kids are too sad, Chuck, we need to do something- Logan said.

There's nothing we could do, except maybe bringing Scott back but that would be impossible- The professor said. Storm nodded.

Jean's taking the worse part of it, professor, she's just like if she had lost the most important thing for her- Storm said.

She did, Storm, she lost the kid, her best friend, her impossible love, her confident, her brother, her everything- Logan said.

What are we going to do, Charles?- Storm said.

Wait, only the time relieves this kind of pain, Storm- Xavier said.

But it never heals it- Logan said. He was worried about Jean, she was totally out of control. He felt so sorry for her.

Shall we go to the graveyard?- The professor said.

No, the kids won't bear this, Chuck, we'll have to wait- Logan said.

Logan's right, Charles, tthey're not mature enough to understand this kind of things in the time that has passed, they need more time to reflex about it- Ororo said.

Maybe you're right, I'm sorry, I can't bear this pain, I loved Scott as my own blood, after all, he was my surrogate son- Xavier said.

I think I wouldn't stand loosing anyone that's so important to me, like Evan, I don't think what I would do, I think I would just lose it- Ororo said.

I'm so worried about Jeannie, I think she's feeling guilty for what she did to the kid, I think we should do something, Charles- Logan said.

We can't do anything, Logan- The professor said, sighing. Ororo put her hand on his shoulder, and they just kept in silence.

Back in Swift's mansion, Scott woke up after a few hours. His head was aching. The last thing he remembered was that he was taken to a surgery room. He had his eyes tightly shuted, he couldn't find his shades anywhere. He took a cloth that was on the wardrobe and wrapped it tightly around his eyes. He touched his head, and he noticed his hair wasn't the same as before. He had a very different haircut, and he noticed a long cut across the back on his head, and seemed it was sewed.

What the hell happened here?- Scott asked himself. He was surprised, his voice had slightly changed. The thing is that it wasn't the same. In that moment, someone entered in his room.

How are you feeling, son?- A known voice asked him. He knew it was that Mr. Swift.

What have you done with me? Where are my friends?- Scott yelled. Mr. Swift flinched.

I've already told you, Scott, I can't explain now. About your friends, they think you are dead, but they're ok, everyone- Mr. Swift said.

What?- Scott yelled.

I'm sorry, Scott, when the time comes up, you'll understand my reasons. For now, you've got to be somebody else if you don't want your friends to get harmed, and I'm not threating you, Scott, I'm trying to help you and Xavier- Mr. Swift said.

What? Somebody else?- Scott asked.

Indeed. I've changed your brainwaves with some help so Xavier doesn't find you. And you can take off that cloth you have wrapped around your eyes, the surgery already repaired the damaged part of your brain, you can see without those shades again- Mr. Swift said. Scott was surprised. Could this be? That was one of his desires, to see again. He approached his hands to the cloth. He took it off, but kept his eyes shutted.

Are you sure?- Scott said.

Don't be afraid, my boy, It's been proved- Mr. Swift said. Scott opened his eyes, and instead of the blow of destruction he was expecting, he was delighted of how beautiful the things were in their original color.

Wow- He said, turning around to see Mr. Swift.

See? You can trust me. Eventhough it seems I'm the bad guy here, I'm just trying to help you Scott- Mr. Swift said. Scott was starting to trust this man. For some reason, he knew the man was being sincere with him.

I need to know, Mr. Swift, I need to know why are you doing this- Scott said.

Look, Scott, I'll tell you what's happening when the time comes. I know your friends are suffering thinking you died, but there's no choice, my boy, trust me, it's absolutely nessesary. For now, you need to rest, Scott, I'll let you free on a few days- Mr. Swift said. Scott nodded, and Mr. Swift went out from the room. Scott enjoyed his new sight. He turned the tv on, and saw a few programs before falling asleep.