A/N: Well I didn't get many reviews but it's all good I already have a few more chapters written so I might as well post them. To Green Bird-That whole thing with Tom Felton being Quicksilver will be hot……like really….it will be hot. Well this next chapters spicy and some may find it a tad perverted. What can I say, that's just me! Haha oh god…..

Chapter 3

It was a quiet night in Okinawa, Japan, except for the gigantic fire that had blown up the entire insane asylum on the west side of the island. The flames were visible for miles, roaring at almost 100 feet into the air. All the cops were too distracted by the fire to notice the black car speeding off in the distance.

In the backseat Pyro was looking more closely at the girl they had kidnapped. He brushed the dirty hair out of her face to get a better look. Besides being malnourished she was quite pretty. Not the prettiest he's seen, but definitely someone he could grow to like. He could see the resemblance between her and Wolverine. He wondered what she was going to be like when she woke up, he figured she'd have some issues. Anyone who had accidentally killed a bunch of people, including their loving parents, while living on the streets in total fear and was then put into a corrupt insane asylum would probably have a lot to work through.

They arrived at the little Japanese cottage that they were staying at and took her round the back into a bedroom they had made up for her. With Quicksilver watching her, Pyro and Mystique went to talk to Magneto.

"How did it go?" he asked while drinking some tea he had made (A/N: gotta have the tea). Mystique was the first to answer.

"The asylum is in ruins, the police didn't see us, and she's perfectly safe and in one piece in the other room."

"Well done. We'll leave at dawn." He said. The other two mutants left him to finish his tea.

Pyro was about to go to his room and get as much sleep as possible when Mystique stopped him. "What!"

"You and I have work to do. And you may enjoy it but I won't." she said dragging him down the hall towards Layla's room. He yanked himself from her grip and stopped.

"What kind of work, I need to sleep."

"The girl needs a bath." Pyro looked at her like she was out of her mind.

"A bath! She can do that herself when she wakes up. I need sleep!" he said angrily. Mystique grabbed him again and shoved him down the hall; she knew he would listen to her if she was firm.

"She smells terrible and looks disgusting. We're giving her a bath." Pyro laughed, this had to be a joke.

"She'll drown if we put her under water! What can we do, spray her with a hose while we roll her across the floor!" Mystique just ignored his sarcasm and shoved him into the room. Quicksilver was sitting on the other side by the window, reading a magazine.

"Get up and bring the girl to the bathroom, she needs to be cleaned." Mystique ordered. He looked as confused as Pyro had.

"Ummmm...what?" he asked not really knowing what else to say.

"Just do it." She said sternly. She then turned and walked out of the room. Quicksilver looked at Pyro to see if he was just as confused at Mystiques orders. Pyro just shrugged and followed Mystique; he found this all quite amusing. So Quicksilver just did as he was told, leaving the bathroom very quickly after he put the girl in the tub so he would have nothing to do with it.

"Help me get her gown off and then you can go." Mystique said. Pyro just stood there.

"I thought you would do that part by yourself..." She rolled her eyes. Guys were so immature.

"She has underwear on and we aren't going to take them off, just the gown."

"But she has now bra."

"At your age, if you haven't seen a girl naked by now I would say you need to question your sexuality." She said getting frustrated. He glared at her and held Layla up as Mystique untied the gown and took it off.

He was a guy, he definitely looked. She wasn't that bad. Other than being pale and a little underweight she was pretty decent. Mystique saw him starring at her and smiled a little to herself.

"Ah, the first time you see a girls boobs, its one more step towards finally getting laid." She said mocking him. He glared at her.

"I see you completely naked all the time, don't I?" He said heading to the door.

"Haha, that's so funny..." She said in monotone. He just left, not wanting to start one of their little arguments that they always had. He couldn't help but remember the first time he had been with a girl. It was so long ago and such a big mistake that he always tried to forget it ever since it happened. He quickly put it out of his mind, he hated humans now. The thought of having been with one made him sick.

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Layla stirred and slowly opened her eyes. Her vision was totally blurred and her head felt like it had been crushed by a ton of bricks. Her mouth was dry and she was starving. As her vision cleared she noticed that she was in a round room that reminded her of a cave, except for the barred window and door. It must've been in some sort of prison cell. She could hear the wind and the ocean outside of the window-like hole in the wall and slowly stood to take a look but forgot about it after she fell back over from dizziness. She looked over towards the "door", which was more like a big hole shut with huge steel bars and noticed a plate of food and some water. Crazed with hunger she dove towards it and stuffed her face with as much food as possible, not even bothering to use the fork on the side.

It may have been cold but it was still the best meal she had had in years, mashed potatoes and chicken with a cute little bread roll on the side. Even after she was finished she licked the plate and her fingers getting every last piece of food into her empty stomach. When everything was gone she stood up and was going to go to the window when she first noticed her new clothes and very clean hair. She was in a long sleeved black shirt with black sweats and her hair had been cleaned and brushed. What the fuck is going on? She tried to remember everything but her memory was very blurred. She just remembered seeing Nurse Pek coming into her room late at night and then nothing.

There were footsteps from far away, quite a few footsteps. Layla couldn't tell how many people were coming but she wasn't scared. They had given her food, clothes, shelter, and a much needed bath, nobody had done anything that nice for her in years. She walked to the "door" and stood, wondering who these people could possibly be. They suddenly appeared, three of them walking in a line. It was the blue woman, an old man in a strange outfit, and a young man with blonde hair who Layla found very attractive. They stopped in front of her, none of them looking friendly. The old man spoke, she could tell by his presence that he was the leader.

"I see you've eaten the food we gave you, I'll have someone bring you more, you must be starving." Seeing the very confused look on her face he came right to the point of his visit. "I'm sure you're wondering who we are. I'm Magneto, and this is Mystique and Pyro. We are in a brotherhood of mutants, I'm the leader." Layla just stood there; she was trying to process what was going on. Seeing that she wasn't going to speak Magneto continued. "We broke you out of the asylum in Japan, and took you back here to America. We want to help you." Wrong thing to say, buddy.

"Help me?" she said almost laughing, how many times had she heard that. She took a few slow steps away from them and glared at Magneto with disgust. "I don't like it when people try and help me." She was angry and her voice was full of hatred, whenever someone had said that to her it always ended up going bad, very very bad. Everyone wants to "help" me.

"I don't mean cure you, my dear, I want to help you control your power. Perhaps even magnify it a little." Magneto said not at all phased by her sudden mood swing. He had a powerful yet almost father-like voice that Layla felt like she could trust. But if there was one thing she had learned while being on the street and in the asylum it was that you should never trust anyone, especially the ones who seemed worthy of it.

"Why?" She asked easing up a little.

"There are many reasons, most of which I will tell you when the time is right. As for now, all you need to know is that we fight for the mutants who are sick of being mistreated by humans, which is something I know you can relate to." He sounded so certain and sure of himself, Layla couldn't help but admire him a little. "What is your name?" She knew he wasn't asking about the one her parents had given her. She knelt down on both knees and looked down at her hands with their dark black nails.

"In Chicago I killed 10 people by turning them into ash. The papers called me the Grim Reaper, but I prefer the Grimm." She said never making eye contact with any of them. A rat had found its way over to her plate and was sniffing around for some crumbs. She looked at it with disgust and it let out a painful shriek before turning into a pile of ash. Magneto smiled and opened the bars with a wave of his hand. She was in.