Shout outs:

Mark C: Yeah she doesn't know everything but it will be one hell of a fight with Deathstrike. You'll see who Tessa works with soon enough and that group will help out the X-Men later on. As for Jean and Rogue you'll just have to see.

Lil Jean: Thanks, you'd think instead of making faster and better equipment they would make them LAST more, but if they did that then we wouldn't buy all the new and 'improved' stuff.

Episodic: No Phoenix anything in this story. Well considering what she's been going through anyone would crack, even though I do think she's one of the stronger characters this should only say just how bad it really is if she's breaking.

Chica De Los Ojos Café: Soon, and Jean won't be far behind her either.

Child of the Lakes: Well I'll work on the Xavier thing, but keep in mind he's been working none stop and is tired, plus there isn't anything connecting him to the kidnappings. If they both go evil you can be sure that they can be turned back, trust us we got certain things planned out. The idea for Jean and Rogue being evil comes from the Dark Phoenix saga in the comics.

The Uncanny R-Man: Trust me everyone will get what's coming to them by the end of this, and guess what? All this…is just the 1st Act, there's two more major story arcs in this.

Fantasy Loremaster: Okay I'll deal with Xavier's view on that in this chapter.

Thanks to: X0001, Wen1,

CHAPTER 11: BREAKING POINT

-Hellfire Club, Selene's Chamber-

'Well here I am again, hanging from the damn ceiling like some kind of perverted piñata.' Vincent thought to himself. He lost track of how long he'd been here. Hell, he'd given up on trying to remember at this point. He was only concerned with a few things…Escape, payback and getting the others out. 'Of course all of that is easier said then done.'

He also didn't know how much longer he could keep this up. So far that bitch kept toying with him through beatings, whips, and electrocution. She even used drugs on him too. A normal person would most likely have broken by now, but then again he knew he wasn't normal in any sense. For starters, he was used to rough treatment and knew how to handle pain, so at least he had that going for him. The other is that through years of self-discipline and martial arts training and meditation, he had gained the ability to 'push aside' the pain…At least a part of it.

He never actually had to put it into practice and it was a LOT harder to do then you would think. The whole visualizing yourself somewhere else type of thing didn't really work as much as he expected it to. It was also draining. After Selene was done with him or just bored she let him rest up. Emma was usually the ones that they assigned to clean him up and to make sure he never got anything like infections. He had to admit she had gentle hands.

'Okay, now is NOT the time to start thinking those kinds of thoughts about her.' He chided himself. Okay, so he admitted she was the most beautiful woman he ever met and he sensed a kindred spirit in her. She was someone who has had a rough time in life, but this wasn't exactly the best place to start thinking on asking her out or something.

He also had time to think on what had happened to him and the others while in that bed. He saw how the other girls were in pain and it tore his heart out, knowing he couldn't do a damn thing. Also, when no one was aware he cried at night too. He made sure he didn't make any sounds but he still cried. Mainly from morning the loss of Father Michaels, the man who had taken him in and been like a father to him…And he had watched him die right in front of him.

He had to wonder if he was being punished for a past life or something. Why was he always surrounded by death? So far he had seen more death then some people do in a damn lifetime. Plus, it seemed his lot in life was to just suffer. Well, he could deal with that, but he just wished all the others in that cell he shared didn't have to come alone for the ride. His train of thought was broken as Selene walked back into the room.

Selene looked at the young man hanging there with only tattered jeans on. She had to admit he was holding up well. She could see where there would be a few more scars on his body like that cut on his face. His left eye was swollen shut and his body had brushes all over it. He also had little cuts, burn marks from the tasers, and other related injuries as well. But now she was done playing with him and the real fun would begin.

She traced a line along his jaw line. He was growing some peach fuzz on his face from lack of shaving and she still saw the defiant look in the one eye that he could still see out of. "You know, you could make this easy on you and just give in."

"Do I really need to answer that?"

"I suppose not." She leaned in closer to him. "You know I think you could learn to like it here. I may be able to give out pain, but also pleasure."

"I don't date sickoes or psychos, and you're BOTH!."

"Now that's not a nice thing to say." She purred right before slapping him hard against his face. "You know I've been wondering…You can take pain, have a great body, and if I am going to make you my own personal plaything when we convert you, I need to know one more detail."

She then grabbed his crotch. "Oh, that will do."

Vincent felt sick to his stomach. He figured that on the surface a few guys would like being chuckled and punished by a dominatrix, but this wasn't it. In fact, being molested by this woman was nearly making him throw up. He considered doing just that right on her, but considering what she would do to him he managed to swallow it. Then she tightened her grip and twisted. He grunted in a pain nobody else could imagine and when she let go, he did throw up after that.

There was a bucket of ice cold water and she threw that over his front, letting it all go down the drain under him.

She grinned at him and went to get one of her favorite toys. It was a long metal pole with a long handle and a button. She pressed it and waited it to heat up. It acted like a hot iron, although she preferred the classic keeping of a small fire pit in this room so it became unbearably hot. She also grabbed a small jar from a shelf and opened the lid and smiled. She placed the small table by her 'toy' and placed the jar there.

While she went to retrieve the rod Vincent looked down and saw a white substance that looked like…Salt. He felt the pile in his stomach trying to fill his throat and pushed it aside. He knew what she planned to do with that. He got a flash of that Texas Chainsaw remake where the guy had his leg cut off and had salt placed on his wound. He hated horror movies, they always gave him nightmares and he really wished his friend Mary hadn't talked him into seeing that damn thing because he couldn't sleep for a week after that.

Selene came back to the top of the rod as it now glowed in an orange color. "I see that scar on your ribs there, looks like a cut of some kind." She studied the one on his right ribs and figured that it was from a blade or something. "How about I make a matched set?" She then slowly ran the hot iron on the opposite side of his ribs burning a matching scar there.

He of course screamed out from it and Selene was sure to make it as slow as possible without doing too much damage to the insides. When she was done she saw the tears falling from his face and grinned. She loved it when they cried. She placed it on the table and took a handful of salt and rubbed it into the burn.

Vincent had no choice but to scream out in pain. He had lived with a lot of pain in his life, but he had to admit this woman knew what to do. But he promised himself he would never break, not again. He had everything stripped form him once before, his life, his innocence, who he was, and even his humanity.

He was weak then and they had crushed his spirit…But he vowed he wouldn't let that ever happen to him again. It was a matter of pride or personal honor and no matter what this she devil did to him, he wouldn't allow her to win.

After some time Selene was getting bored. He had passed out a few minutes ago from too much pain and looked over him. He had a few new scars on him. She even made an X on his back, making a crisscross of the giant scar already there.

She had called for Emma to patch him up and for Jason to try to get into his mind again. When Emma walked into the room and saw the shape he was in her heart went out to him, but she was forced to hide it behind an impassive mask as she tended to the burns. She saw the salt and knew she needed to wash the wounds first.

"Well it should be easier to get into his mind Jason, do try to get it right this time." Selene told him. Jason sneered at the raven-haired woman and went to the front of the young man. He placed his hands on the boy's temple and found it a bit easier to get inside.

Once inside, however, it was much different. He was in a place that looked like a giant maze. There were stairs and doors and walls everywhere. He knew it was just a representation of the boy's mind, but it was odd to find such a structured and heavily guarded mind. He tried a few of the doors and most of them were locked of course.

He did manage to force open one of them and found himself in a memory. It was of a large room where this not too pleasant to look at man with a beard was yelling at a group of children. He sounded like he was debasing them or something. He looked around for clues and was surprised by the amount of detail. Normally in a persons memories he would sense how well the person remembered a moment, but this was so crystal clear. Either the boy really remembered this or…Of course!

He smacked himself in the head. The boy had a photographic memory, something like that with some kind of painful past would lead someone to create mental walls to guard against those kinds of memories. The mind had an amazing way to protect itself and that's why his mind was so guarded. Not from telepaths, but from himself. The defenses against telepaths was just a bonus. He saw a few more memories, but they were of him on the streets, him at the orphanage, and other boring things. This was getting him nowhere and he needed to take a new more direct approach.

He looked around for more. "You don't belong here." Jason quickly turned to see a few different versions of the boy. One was all in black with long dark nails and long hair hiding his face and a few chains, another was dressed in a white karate outfit with a sword at his waist while another was dressed in red leather jacket and black clothing with red streaks in his hair. He knew these were different sides of his personality.

He figured the dark one was a representation of his darker nature and the chains were showing the he repressed this side of him. The one in white must have been more of a noble nature. The Last one with the furious look on the face was not doubt either anger or hatred. The red one stepped up. "Time to go pretty boy!" Suddenly, the boy gave an enraged cry and Jason was surrounded by fire.

"You think you can beat me in a game of the mind!" Jason yelled out.

"This is our world, our home…Not yours." The Noble one said walking threw the flames and drew his sword and attack. Jason made a wall and sealed in that part of his mind, but wasn't sure if that would hold him for long. Then, he was turned around and slammed into the wall and someone grabbed his throat. It was the darker side of him. He couldn't see the eyes but the smile on the face actually chilled him to his bones.

"Get…out." He said coldly.

Jason had enough of this and put his full concentration into it and everything seemed to shatter and fall apart. Now in the darkness he saw the boy there, the real persona of the boy. He fixed his suit and his hair. "A nice try for a non telepath, but not good enough." Jason was weakened by that, but he didn't let on. "You can keep fighting all you want, but we will win…Eventually." Jason then pulled out of the mind.

He took a moment to reorient himself. "How did it go?" Selene asked him impatiently.

"Almost there I think." Jason said wiping his brow from the sweat that had gathered there. Emma was finishing up to tending of his wounds and saw Vincent start to come to. He saw her and gave a small reassuring smile to her.

She couldn't believe after all of what he must have been through that he was smiling at her. She gently touched his cheek. "My how sweet." Selene said drying. "Looks like Emma has a thing for the new boy. I guess you must be slumming, not that I don't blame you. After all you being the whore of the Hellfire Club and all. Now why don't you go away while we play with him some more."

Emma couldn't take it anymore. "Leave him alone Selene." She hated this woman more then anything. She had made her life here a living hell since she got here and this woman had been pushing her with every waking moment. After what Selene had done to her, to Rogue, to Vincent and who knows how many…This was finally it. "You won't get anything from him! Can't you see you can't break him?"

"I can break anyone." She said coldly and hit the controller all of the Inner Circle had and Emma fell screaming to the floor.

"Stop it!" Vincent shouted out to her.

Selene did stop it and as Emma whimpered a bit on the floor she got a grin. "Maybe I've been going about this all the wrong way." She took the hot metal rod and walked over to Emma and kicked her in the face forcing the blond onto her back and placed a foot on Emma's chest and pointed the glowing tip of the rod at her face. "Maybe I'll ruin those good looks of yours." Selene said cruelly and Emma swallowed, staring at the glowing tip. "Or I'll take just one of your eyes."

"STOP IT!" Vincent said struggling against his bonds.

"Then tell us everything we want to know." Selene said coldly. She was also grinning because she had found his weakness. He could take it, but he was the kind of person that couldn't stand to see others in pain.

Vincent hung there looking at Emma who gave a look that told him she was sorry. She knew that he didn't want to tell them anything and that she was the only reason for this. "Okay…I'll tell you everything…" Vincent hung his head feeling defeated.

Xavier Institute – Wanda's Room

Wanda Maximoff had always been a light sleeper. From the time both before and after her 'father' had manipulated her mind, she was never one to sleep easy. And to make matters worse, the search for Jean and Rogue was still going nowhere and the presence of that new Warren guy was only adding to their problems with his missing girlfriend. Logan's demeanor had only been getting worse and while Scott was recovered physically, he was still struggling mentally and there didn't seem to be a whole lot that could be done to help him.

It was hard to watch for Wanda. Seeing Logan confused, watching Scott suffer, and being forced to witness the heartbreaking look on Kurt's face every time he heard the lack of progress on finding his sister was just too hard to watch at times. Her worries and concerns would not let her sleep as she tossed and turned in her bed in the late hours of the night. She tried everything from counting, to taking deep breaths, to stretching…But nothing worked.

"Ugh…That's it," she groaned as she sat up in her bed, "I give up."

For a brief moment, Wanda simply sat in the darkness. Her clock read 2 AM and it was a pretty safe bet that everybody else in the mansion was probably asleep. And if she was going to stay awake, there really wasn't a whole lot she could do. She briefly considered getting out some books she had been reading in preparation for her GED test, but she didn't feel like studying at this hour.

Wanda simply let herself rest against the wall and tried not to think about the all the conflict that had been going on since Jean and Rogue's abduction. She let her eyes wander about the darkened room until her gaze fell upon the two pictures she kept by her bedside. It was somewhat sobering to think that most of the other students kept a rather vast array pictures with family and friends in their rooms. However for her, she only had two pictures that she really cherished. The rest of her so called 'family' had abandoned her long ago. Sometimes she wanted to forget about them and all the pain they caused her. But in looking at the two pictures she kept near her bedside, she felt somewhat comforted that she had a new family here with the X-men.

One picture was one taken of the entire team not long after she joined. The initial awkwardness she felt upon her arrival had been tough to work through, but once she got to know everybody she felt that this was a place where she truly belonged. Xavier was like the positive father figure in her life that she never had, Ororo was the kind, gentle mother figure that she had never known, and Logan was the cool uncle that was always great to hang around. Scott, Jean, Rogue, Piotr, Kitty, and especially Kurt had been very great friends to her since her arrival. And because they had been there for her when nobody else was, it had helped her not feel so alone in the world

The second picture, which was her favorite now, was taken very recently. It was of her and Kurt. Rogue had coaxed them into taking one together during her last birthday and it was a photo that she had really come to cherish. It was during the time when Kurt was still recovering from his breakup with Amanda, but she had helped him through it in the same way he had helped her adjust to the institute. But now he had to contend with his missing sister and it was very hard watching him get so depressed about it.

"Poor Kurt…He doesn't deserve all this heartache," she said to herself as he looked at his image in the picture, "He of all people shouldn't have to feel this. I wish there was something I could do."

Kurt had always been by far the easiest person to talk to in the mansion because he could relate to her in way nobody else could. They both had messed up parents, they both had a troubled past, and they had both been prisoners in a sense that she had been locked away in an asylum while he was always a prisoner in his own body. Kurt always had a way of making her feel happy inside and every time she thought about him, she got these funny feelings that she was not used to.

But as her thoughts drifted towards how her feelings had been growing for Kurt, she quickly set them aside.

'No…I can't think about stuff like that at a time like this!' she thought, shaking her head, 'Here I am thinking about myself and my feelings while his sister is still missing. This is definitely not the time! God…I need some air.'

Not wanting to let her thoughts confuse her any longer, Wanda finally got up out of bed and walked out her bedroom door. She had no idea what she was going to do at this hour of the night, but she desperately needed to clear her head.

Xavier Institute – Kurt's Room

Kurt had finally managed to fall asleep after numerous urgings on the part of his friends. For days now, he pretty much lived outside Cerebro waiting for any details on the whereabouts of his sister. In addition, he had been in and out of the infirmary interrogating Remy, whom he did not really trust to say the least, but wanted to know exactly what happened in the abduction. Despite his suspicions about Remy, so far the Cajun had expressed a genuine desire to help Rogue and his willingness to die in order to let them know was pretty strong evidence that he wasn't lying. But in the end, Kurt was just too distracted to concern himself with Gambit at this point as the days passed by and Rogue's whereabouts became an increasingly daunting unknown.

While he managed to fight off his constant anxieties for a brief moment, he still tossed and turned in his sleep. Even though he was no stranger to bad dreams because of his past in Germany with lynch mobs, tonight they had taken on a very different and disturbing turn.

Kurt found himself in a strange state in between sleep and consciousness as he constantly moved around in his bed. Sweat began to bead on his fur and everything around him suddenly felt hotter. An extreme feeling of worry and anxiety filled him…Almost as if he sensed someone in the room with him. It felt like a bad dream…Until he heard a familiar voice snap him out of it.

"Hello Kurt…"

Kurt's eyes bolted open as he suddenly saw Rogue standing at the foot of his bed.

"Rogue?!" said Kurt in disbelief as he jumped out of bed.

"You betcha…Little brother," replied Rogue in a strange, somewhat dark tone.

Kurt then took in her appearance. It was very different than her usual attire. She wore some somewhat revealing green lingerie with a strange cape and different makeup than usual. There was also this very different look to her…Almost as if she was somebody he had never met before.

"Rogue…Vhat happened to you? Vhere have you been? Vhat are you wearing?" asked Kurt, many questions now surging through his mind.

Rogue just let out an uncharacteristically dark laugh as she looked at him with a gaze that made the blue mutant's skin crawl.

"Ah came back…To repay ya a favor Kurt," said Rogue in an increasingly disturbing tone.

"Favor?" said Kurt wearily as he took a step back.

"Yeah…A favor!" said Rogue as she suddenly blasted Kurt back against the wall with Scott's optic blasts.

Kurt felt himself flung against the wall with great force as Rogue took a step forward and grabbed him by his shirt collar with relative ease as if he was as light as a feather.

"You weren't there to help me when ah needed it!" she said angrily, "The only one there was that stupid swamp rat! What kinda pathetic brother are ya anyway?!"

Her tone was harsh and bitter and very unlike the Rogue that Kurt knew and loved as his sister.

"Rogue…Vhat's gotten into you?" struggled Kurt as he failed to break Rogue's iron grip.

"What's gotten into me?" laughed Rogue in a sinister tone, "Since you let me go…I've finally become what I should have long ago!"

Kurt's eyes widened in horror as he heard the tone of Rogue's voice change to that of an ominous voice that he knew and loathed so well…Mystique. Suddenly…Rogue's eyes shifted into the color of Mystique's and an eerie ghost of his biological mother stood beside her with a sinister grin on her face.

"You've done it Kurt…" both woman said in a simultaneous, somewhat mechanical tone, "Now you're the only one left who hasn't joined us. And since you won't…You must die!"

Rogue's grip began to choke the air out of Kurt as he tried to teleport away, but soon felt Rogue's touch drain his power away from him along with his strength. The last image he saw before he slammed his eyes shut in an effort shut all this out, was that of his sister and the ghostly image of his mother laughing maniacally as the life drained away from him.

"NO!!!"

"Rogue…Please…NO!!!" yelled Kurt as he suddenly shot up in his bed covered in a thick sweat.

The blue mutant began panting in an attempt to catch his breath as he tried to rid himself of the images he had just seen in his dreams. He soon brought his knees to his chest as he continued to hyperventilate, but as he struggled to make sense out of what he had just experienced, he nearly completely negated the sudden knocking at his bedroom door.

"Kurt? Kurt are you all right?" said a concerned voice on the other side.

The blue mutant didn't have much strength to respond, but he knew it was Wanda and he knew her well enough that she was going to probably come in anyway even if he told her to leave. And at this point, he didn't have the heart to do so.

"Kurt?" she continued upon not getting an answer, "Kurt…I'm coming in."

Wanda then entered to find her friend hugging his knees in a state of utter hurt. She quickly made her way over to him, closing the door behind her. Kurt managed to calm himself down, but it was clear that he was still struggling with something. He almost didn't notice it when Wanda sat beside him on her bed.

"Hey…You okay Fuzzy? What happened?" asked Wanda, gently placing a hand on his shoulders.

"Nothing…Just a dream," replied Kurt in a monotone voice.

"Must have been some dream," said Wanda, being no stranger to such experiences herself, "You were yelling in your sleep. I could hear you from the hall."

Kurt turned to face her, surprised at what she had just said.

"Really?" he said in a hoarse tone.

"Yeah…It was pretty bad, believe me I know," she said as she tightened her grip on her fuzzy friend.

Kurt felt his body go limp as he let out a tired sigh.

"I let her down Vanda…" said Kurt as he vividly remember what he had just seen in his dream, "I should have been there."

"Kurt, you've got to stop kicking yourself over this!" urged Wanda, feeling this conversation going down a familiar path.

"You don't understand…" said Kurt, "In my dream…She became…Mystique. She became what I had feared most because I wasn't there. Now I don't know even if…Even if there's a part of my sister left to save."

"Hey, don't let yourself think that Kurt," said Wanda as she pulled him into a gentle hug, "You're the one who always tells everybody to have faith…Now it's time you practice what you preach."

Kurt sunk into her arms even though he felt he couldn't sink any lower at this point. What he had seen in that dream was something he never wanted to happen. He never wanted neither him nor Rogue to go down the path as their mother had gone. Seeing that image of her becoming Mystique was almost too much to bear.

"I don't know Vanda," said Kurt as his mind ran through the dream again, "That dream…"

"Was a dream…" said Wanda, cutting him off before he could finish, "I know dreams aren't always just dreams…And I know how much they can hurt. But you can't let them cripple you."

Kurt stayed silent, not knowing what to do now at this point. He remained in Wanda's embrace, taking a deep sense of comfort in it. However, part of him tried not to let himself feel such things at a desperate time like this…But it was something he soon found that he had failed miserably. Wanda had been a big help in keeping his faith during this rough time. She had been a big help in helping him get over his breakup with Amanda as well. His feelings for her was something he was still confused about…But either way he was glad that she was there right now during such a dark time.

"Kurt…Do you want me to say here with you tonight?" asked Wanda suddenly, evoking a concerned look from Kurt.

"Are…Are you sure you vant to do that?" asked Kurt, "Vhat vould the Professor think?"

"We need to help each other…It's something he's always taught us," replied Wanda, managing to smile at him which helped make him feel better somewhat.

"Vell…If you vant to…I vould really appreciate it."

"Hey…" said Wanda as she ran her hand along his fuzzy cheek, "What are friends for?"

Kurt smiled despite his state of mind and he really didn't like the though of being alone, so he pulled back the covers and let Wanda slip in under them. He slipped in and it was a little uncomfortable at first for the two of them, especially since they were both in their sleeping attire. Kurt was in a tank top and boxers and Wanda in sweatpants and a red tank top of her own.

Wanda shifted a little and decided to take the lead and rested her head on his shoulder and draped an arm over his chest. Kurt after a few seconds wrapped one of his own arm around her waist and his tail found its way around her ankle. Soon, both of them found themselves in a peaceful sleep, the first in a long time for both of them.

Danger Room

After over a day of restlessness and isolation, Logan had once again taken out his frustration with his memories in the Danger Room while much of the mansion slept. His behavior was beginning to worry everybody and for good reason. The constant flashes of incomplete memories and the pain that came along with not knowing what they meant made him irritable, irrational, and even more ill-tempered than he usually was. Isolating himself and trying to make sense of them on his own hadn't worked, so now he was trying to beat the meaning out of himself even if it meant destroying every last piece of machinery in the Danger Room.

He was even more destructive than usual as he tore three laser turrets to shreds with his claws. Saw obstacles and electromagnetic barriers weren't even enough to stop the Wolverine's rampage. Even after they had been destroyed, Logan tore them into even finer shreds while letting out inhuman, animalistic growls that echoed through the room. The punishment continued and he did not stop. His rage only increased as his frustration grew. He didn't know what these strange memories really were, but he knew that they were there and that was enough to drive him mad.

Then, over the shattering noise of metal and sparks, a single voice rang out in an effort to make him halt in his unabated rage.

"Logan…Stop!" yelled Ororo from the observation deck.

At first the voice did not register. Ororo was about to try again when she suddenly saw the setting on the console. Not wanting to waste any time, she hit the emergency shutdown mechanism and halted Logan's program. But down in the Danger Room, the Wolverine was still stuck in his berserker rage.

"ERR! Who stopped my run!?" he bellowed angrily.

Then, the door opened and Ororo rushed in. She could see that he was still in an agitated state, but he wouldn't snap out of it unless she did something.

"Logan calm down…It's just me," said Ororo calmly as she approached him.

His demeanor somewhat calmed down upon seeing her as the human part of his mind recognized her as a friend. But he was still somewhat lost in his berserker rage and part of him was still stuck in it.

"Why did you stop me?" he growled.

"How could I not?" said Ororo in response, "You were running a level 10 training session unsupervised! You know how dangerous that is! You could have been hurt!"

"I can heal," Logan grunted in response as he turned away and prepared to storm off without going any further in this ordeal.

"It's not just that Logan," said Ororo as she quickly made her way up to him and grabbed his shoulder, not wanting him to leave without talking about what she had found out, "You're still struggling with something. That much is obvious."

Once again, Logan did not have the strength to simply push her away. No matter how deep he was into his animal rage, nothing could change the way his human side saw her. She was still a friend and he could never bring himself to hurt her in any way.

"Everybody is worried about you Logan," continued Ororo, "The kids know something's bothering you, Xavier knows it, I know it…So why won't you let us help you?"

It was like a cycle for the former living weapon. All he wanted to do was to be left alone so he could make sense out of this himself, but Ororo wouldn't let him. She kept trying to help him when he didn't want to be helped. He knew it was her nature to help others, it was one of her distinguishing qualities, but it was still not something he wanted to talk about even if it was with someone he trusted.

"I've told you Ro…I've told everybody!" he said sternly, "I DON'T want any help with this! I can take care of it on my own!"

Logan then walked out of Ororo's grip and began to walk away, but as he was close to leaving…Ororo suddenly found herself blurt something out that she had hoped to avoid in confronting him.

"Logan, stop being so stubborn!" she shot back at him, but not stopping him, "I know it has to do with your memories! Your nightmares attest to that. And I know it has to do something with Japan because of that name you said and…"

She suddenly stopped herself in mid sentence, covering her mouth in shock at what she had just said. Logan stopped and slowly turned back towards her with a bewildered, upset look on his face that she would not soon forget.

"Japan…I never told you anything about me being involved in Japan," he said as he walked back towards her, "How did you find out?!"

The former weather goddess bit her lip, not knowing what to say next. Logan was a man who never confided in anyone, yet he had confided with her in the past because she had earned his trust as a friend. Now here she was standing before him, feeling as though she had betrayed that trust that he had so earnestly endowed her with. Part of her wanted to lie, but she knew she couldn't at this point…Lying was just not her way. With a hard swallow, Ororo decided that unless she wanted to make things worse…She would have to be truthful.

"I…Read your profile," she said.

"You WHAT?!" said Logan angrily.

"I know…I'm sorry! I really am but…You wouldn't talk to me or anybody! I was worried! I wanted to help you! What else was I to do?"

"You could have respected my fucking wishes for one!" he said in a harsh tone unlike anything he had ever used before.

"You were struggling! What kind of friend would I be if I hadn't done something?!" she replied, trying desperately to justify her actions.

"What kind of friend would you be to someone's trust…"

That last one hurt…For it was the truth. Ororo was speechless now and couldn't formulate a response. The look on Logan's face was one of pure betrayal and it was one that the former weather goddess wouldn't soon forget. He had always trusted Ororo as his best friend, but she had read his profile…Something he definitely didn't want people to do. He was a fiercely private person by nature and he valued that. To have it shattered like this produced a feeling that almost made him forget about his memories for a brief moment.

With a look of betrayal on his face, Logan stormed out of the Danger Room…Leaving a distraught and confused Strom. Tears soon began to fall from her face as her heart sunk all the way down to her stomach. She soon found her self fall back against a wall and sink to the cold hard floor unable to stop her tears from falling.

"Oh Goddess…What have I done?" she sobbed as the look of betrayal on Logan's face was burned into her memory, "What have I done?"

-Cerebro-

Xavier was both mentally and physically tired. He had searched for over a week for the missing mutant's signature and using the computing power of Cerebro to look for any trace that could lead to them, but he kept coming up with nothing.

After his meeting with Shaw, he felt there was something about the man he didn't like and not just his views on the world either. There was just something that made Xavier uncomfortable in his presence. Now if he was responsible, that was debatable. He couldn't access his mind, but then again if he just went into the mind of everyone he had suspicions of then what kind of a person would he be?

He looked into what information he could find on Shaw and his group. There were the charities and donations and a few PR affairs, but most personal information on him and the members was hard to find and there wasn't much either. He rubbed his temples.

Why was he doing this? Sure he didn't particularly care for the man, but did that mean about him being a threat? Or was he just tired and not thinking straight. He had to admit, he didn't sleep much. Things were unraveling and he needed to fix them.

He rested his back against his wheelchair. He didn't know what to do to be honest with himself. He couldn't find any information on his missing students, Betsy Braddock, or who it was that attacked them. He did find a file on Deadpool from Interpol. He discovered that he was a mercenary that hailed from Canada who was on their most wanted list, but he didn't work for anyone in particular, only those who paid.

He also felt he was running out of time and options. He had called in a few favors he had from certain people, but so far nothing had turned up. No one had any idea what was going on and all he felt was despair. After everything that his students had been through, this was one of the worst. At least with the other times there had been trouble, they knew from what and from where.

The last time his students were kidnapped was with Magneto and his Asteroid M plan. But they all had known who was behind that. This was far worse, since they had no idea and he felt that some of the students were afraid if they were next. And to be honest, he was worried about that too. What if another of his students were taken?

He knew he wouldn't rest until he found them all and found out who was behind all of this. So far, all of the usual suspects were out because this wasn't their style. It was too covert and stealthy. Yet when the kidnappings happened, they were fast and brutal. The only thing he had was that they had a new enemy out there. He didn't know if it was specifically against him or just mutants in general, and since Betsy had no direct links to him that was a possibility.

But he also found it odd that Betsy would be taken after her time at the Hellfire Club too. Either they had been following her, which might not be so farfetched since if Jean didn't sense her attackers, it was obvious that a telepath like Betsy might not have sensed them too. But what if it was the Shaw? He needed to know, but he was having too much trouble to find any information.

Plus he also couldn't tell the others of his suspicions. Logan and Scott were so wound up so tight they might go after them. If they were innocent, then the repercussions would be horrible.

He sat in the dark chamber that reflected his state of mind at the moment in deep thought. He was running out of options and he needed to find something, anything to help with this. And he hoped it would be soon too.

NEXT UP CHAPTER 12: BREAKING POINT PART2

Someone falls to the Hellfire Club's side, but the question is which one?