Heres the next chapter It's saturday, still, and I AM FREEZING!

Toadmorty: GOOD! We all have to tell him we love him eventually. if we dont,well i dont know but BAD THINGS WILL HAPPEN! and indeed, i will tell him you love him.

Gremblin: I aint killing off morty! I just love suspense!

I will post a chapter tomorrow as well, a creepy halloween one. Or... I might just do a halloween one-shot with the Brotherhood and Serah... yeah that's what i might do.

and just in case anyone is wondering about Kailen, I just felt like adding some VAIN ANNOYING playboy who hits on any girl he sees and has probably never been laid. Another fun plot point!

Disclainer: I DONT OWN THE BROTHERHOOD OR TOAD!

Serah

I know I was gonna die. Most likely of starvation. But damn I was bored. Never been so bored in my life. I mean there I am sitting in a dark 19th century cell with NOTHING to do. But I was really avoiding what my brain kept flicking through my skull.

Mort.

I wanted him to come and save me. I wanted to be with him. I wanted to kiss him and have him hold me in his arms like he had in the cell. I know I sound corny, but I really don't care. I remembered the way I felt when I had woken up in his arms. So warm, and safe. And now I was so cold. I stood up shakily and moved away from the wall. Holding onto the bars I took a closer look around. There was only ONE shred of light in the entire room. A small crack in the ceiling that a bit of light shown through.

I pulled against the chains, but I was much too weak to break them. I slumped down against the concrete wall again and started scratching at the dirt floor again. Before I knew what I was doing I had started doodling small pictures. Just little things. Nothing special. I remembered how in grade school I had always started doodling in math class. Once I had started to draw vegetables. Never knew why. After a while I started thinking about Mort again. With a sigh I saw the light from the ceiling disapear. And I figured it was nighttime now. It had been totally silent in the room up until now. Cause now I heard animals.

I heard crickets. The steps of a panther maybe. Nighttime sounds. I also heard the croak of a frog. I smiled lightly. And from deep in my throat a croaking noise came. More human then the bullfrog. But enough to assure me that I was still stronger then alot of people would ever be.

I curled up against the wall and let sleep overtake me.

Mort

I blinked my eyes open wearily. It wos night. Obviously. I could see th' stars in th' sky. I remembered In New York it wos nice to see even one star. I heard a croaking noise come from in front of me. I lifted my head to see a frog on my chest. I pushed it off. I hopped away with an indignant ribbit. I sat up, looking over myself. First thing I noticed.

Bloody 'ell i'm naked...

"Wo' th' fuck..." There wos a blanket over my lower half, but still, waking up naked in th' middle of a rainforest, kinda unnerves a guy. There wos a fire crackling next to me, and another blanket across from tha'.

Deja vu...

This reminded me way too much of tha' night I found Serah.

"Oh shyte Serah!" I jumped up, hardly even noticing I had no clothes on.

Rustle Rustle...

I jumped around in a fighting stance. There stood th' woman from before, holding in 'er hand a burlap bag bulging with wot I guessed wos fruit. She imediatly raised her eyebrows and groaned. "I really hoped I wouldn't have to see that again." I looked down at myself, then even though I am green, I went bright crimson right then. I grabbed th' blanket on th' floor and pulled it around my waist. "Why th' bleeding hell am I naked? Where's Serah? Wot th' fuck is going on?" She sighed and pointed to a pile of clean clothes. "Please get dressed. I will explain everything when your decent." I grabbed th' clothes and hurriedly put them on. I looked at myself. Tight black long-sleeved shirt. Black pants, combat boots, and a dark blue kevlar vest. She threw me a small bag. I looked in it. A wrench, my goggles, and a radio.

A RADIO!

I pulled th' goggles over onto my forehead and inspected th' radio. "Did I have this already?" "No. But I felt we made need some reinforcements to help your friend. You may want to contact the Brotherhood." "So they got 'er again did they?" I felt horrible. I COULD have helped 'er. "Yes. But don't worry. Jeremy has a tendencie to drag out people's deaths." "WOT?" "I mean he likes to watch them starve. Die slowly. She's probably in a cell somewhere in the bowels of T.A.M.A." "Would you be so kind as to explain wot th' fuck is going on?" She sighed. Then threw an apple to me.

"This may take a while." Arabella said. "Start talking." I bit into th' apple. I wos starving myself.

"Jeremy is that mutant that kidnapped the both of you. He's also my great-great-grandfather." I gaped at 'er. I wos about to say something but she silenced me with a look. "Jeremy was born over a hundred and fifty years ago. I don't know the exact date. When he was twelve years old he mutated. His eyes are where the danger lies. Two things can happen. One, they will make you relive your worst memories, Two, you will be turned to stone. He did this, unfortunatly, to his entire family by accident. Completely certain this was a curse, he fled, he learned he was also immortal. Jeremy's mutations are unstable, because they were one of the first mutations. Mutation has evolved over the years and it now is normally ONE kind of mutation to each mutant. But back then, mutation was confusing and regarded as witchcraft. Anyone found being a mutant was sentenced to death. But Jeremy could not die.

"He lived in hiding for a long time, until he got himself alot of money by taking over a wealthy company. By force. For a while he was content living alone with his money. But soon, he craved company. He found himself a bride who accepted him for the way he looked and married her. My great-great-grandmother. From that, my great-grandfather came into being. His wife died shortly after their child went off to college, and Jeremy... Jeremy started to go insane. He started trying to build a machine to change him into a normal person. He came very close to dying many times. During this time period, my grandfather was born. Finally, he took half of his workers, built a lab in Africa, and dedicated it to fixing himself. But after a while, he started to hate mutantation in every form. And even more he hated humans, for shunning him. My mother is born. Finally, he turned it into T.A.M.A. and I was born only twenty-two years ago. When I was thirteen, I showed signs of mutation. I am a psychic. When I was fifteen Jeremy tried to take me to T.A.M.A. to help him find people with physical mutations to test his machine on. I refused point-blank.

"When I was seventeen he tried again. And I told him: I will STOP YOU, from doing this. Not help you. And he left me alone. I skipped college and went to find someone I had only heard of. Professor Charles Xavier. He taught me to control my powers. And I learned he was a mutant too. I did not tell him of Jeremy. I've stopped him from getting plenty of mutants, but I can't forever. I need help. Will you help me?"

I stared at 'er. This wos some of th' most confusing stuff I had ever heard. But all I wanted wos to save Serah. So I told 'er. "I can get you help." I clicked on th' radio.

"Magneto? Are you there?"

There wos a pause.

"Mortimer?"

"'Ey Mystique. Listen up alright, I need you to get th' others ready."

"Why?"

"We got a job ta do."

Mystique

I had no clue what Mort was up to. I was glad he was ok. But as he started to explain the situation I got very worried. I rounded up Kailen, Sabretooth, John, and Magneto and put Mortimer on the speaker so they could all hear as he explained.

"Toad this is very serious." Magneto said.

"I don't bloody well care HOW serious it is. I just want to help Serah."

"Whos Serah?" Kailen asked with a feral grin. "Stuff it. We don't need a pervert for this," Pyro muttered darkly. If there was one thing I liked about Pyro, it was his hatred of Kailen. Kailen sulked. Sabretooth grunted, his sign he wanted to do something. Magneto clapped his hands together.

"Mystique my dear, ready the helicopter."

I could almost see Mortimer smile.

AND HERE IT COMES! THE BIG FIGHT IS COMING UP SOON FOLKS!

This is probably the longest Explanation i have ever written. Which scares me. ANYWAY i hope you all enjoy this! I need to get it up afore my comp dies again.

-Blitz