Alright, here's the next chapter! Really, this chapter is meant to tie in with chapter three, and when it's put up you'll see why. Thank you to all my reviews, I love you. Muah!

"Why did you follow me?" John demanded as Callisto and himself stood back at Magneto's base. Rogue was lying against a tree, propped up by a rope underneath her arms. Her hands were untied—there was no way she could escape, anyway.

A smirk drawing across her lips, Callisto crossed her arms. "I really thoughts you could have figured that one out on your own," she stated, mockery in her tone. "A mission this important couldn't be entrusted in your hands."

Glowering, John found himself clenching his hand that held the built in lighter, if only to keep himself from sending the entire forest up in flames.

"I had it under control!"

"Not from where I was standing," she scoffed, protesting his claim. "She was ready to run back to that school and sick that Wolverine on your ass. What could you do, charbroil her? If you got too clock to her she'd probably suck the life out of you."

"You know, ever since you've showed up you've been a real…"

Trailing off, the two's argument was interrupted by Magento's low chuckle. Apparently he found the useless bickering between the two amusing. "Tell me, where is the sense in this argument? As enjoyable as it is to watch, we already have the girl."

Sighing, he sent the two a superior look—one almost as great as he would gaze upon the humans with. 'Kids these days,' he thought to himself, shaking his head.

"Now, Callisto. If you don't mind my asking, I was wondering if you would please show those three imbeciles how to actually direct their power," he gestured towards three of the newer mutants, all of which were showing off. One of them had nearly cut another mutant in half from a misjudged aim.

Nodding, she gave John another proud look before hurrying off, and the two mutants, one of metal and one of fire, could distinctly hear her snapping at the three, going into a rant about their lack of competence and continuing in directing them in how to properly use their powers.

Glancing at Magneto, John noticed the look of pride he had in Callisto…as if he had won some sort of prize when he converted her to the Brotherhood. John, however, had half a mind to grill her right on the spot. If she even talked to him like that one more time…

"John," Magneto's voice brought him from his thoughts and he turned quickly to look at him.

"What?" he raised an eyebrow, curious as to what sort of idea he had.

"Watch the girl, see if you can bring her around. And whatever you do, don't let her touch you."

With that, he turned on his heal, walking off to gaze among the new members of his growing army. John glared daggers, having to force himself to not kick a rock at any of the mutants around him. It frustrated him so much, to be suck babysitting Rogue when he should be helping Magneto, or even Callisto for that matter.

"God damnit," he cursed, making sure Magneto hadn't heard that. Oddly enough, Magneto was very religious, and if he heard any of them going against commandment number three in particular, they had a load of crap to respond to.

Walking quickly towards the tree where Rogue was tied, he sighed and slumped down beside the unconscious girl.

"You know, this kind of sucks," he told her, not caring that she couldn't hear. "It's almost as bad as it was back by you guys. The robotic X-Men who did everything Professor Xavier did. Too bad he's not around anymore, huh? Although I'm guessing it's an improvement for the school, not to have to listen to him telling you what to do, how you can't use your powers in front of others. Why the hell not, though? It was a gift that was given to us, not some curse like he acts it is."

Scoffing, he turned his head to look at her before frowning. "But you think the same way, don't you? You think it's some curse. Well listen, just because you can't touch anyone doesn't mean a thing. You're still much better than all those Homo sapiens that ditched you. Parents don't understand a thing; believe me. The first time I found out about my power, I set the whole table on fire. They kicked me out right after that, but you know what, I didn't need them. I didn't need anyone. Neither do you. Giving it up for Icebox, now, that's a mistake."

Rolling his eyes, he looked straight ahead again. It was too weird, talking to someone who he knew wasn't listening. Sighing out of frustration, he grabbed at his hair. "You just don't understand anything."

As he kept his face buried inside his hands, taking deep breaths, he hadn't really expected to feel soft fingers suddenly taking a harsh hold on his wrist. Looking up quickly as he found himself gasping for air, a source that couldn't save him from the girl's hold, he found his eyes meeting Rogue's. And he couldn't help but take note that she looked furious.

"Who says I don't understand anything?" she shot at him, raising an eyebrow before letting him go, not taking enough of his life force to kill him as he fell back onto the floor. Ripping the rope off from around herself, she quickly tied John as well as she could against the tree before looking around in a mad rush. Spotting a small fire which a few men around it were using to cook their food, she willed it to burst out, causing the six mutants to scream and a big enough distraction to get her out of there.

Stumbling through the unfamiliar woods, she sought out any way to get herself out of there. She had to get out of there, to get back to the school and tell them everything. That Magneto had raised an army.

Suddenly, after her panic, John's memories settled within her. Instantly he had become a map to her, and she found herself on her way to the quickest possible direction to get out of the mess she was in. Scrambling through the thick trees, she found herself listening intently for a way to get off of that body of land.

But before she could get to the clearing just off the forest, she felt a rush of wind behind her and in a blur a woman with dark hair, a tattoo on the side of her face, had her caught. Gasping for air as her neck was grabbed, she reached up, trying to pry the fingers from her windpipe. She didn't even have a chance, however, as the woman's eyes widened. Her power was taking affect. Struggling to get loose, the woman seemed to find one last ounce of strength by flinging her against the nearest tree.

Coughing, relief flooding her as she breathed in as much air as she could, she rubbed her throat but found her eyes blurry.

Reaching behind her head, she winced as she felt a familiar sticky substance flowing through her fingers. Blood. Looking back up at the woman who seemed to be trying her best to get over the shock of nearly having her consciousness stripped from her, she glared at Rogue.

"Bitch," she hissed, kicking her in the face.

And for Rogue, the world went dark.

There it goes! Can anyone tell that I don't like Callisto? I'm thinking about making a short parody sort of fic that shows if two characters fought, who would win. And the first duo would be Mystique vs. Callisto because Mystique would totally kick butt... Haha, well if you liked it, review, and didn't, let me know why! (I know there are those of you who are reading it and not reviewing...-motions to stats which says it is on 25 people's alerts, and then to the 12 reviews she's gotten per chapter-) Haha, I'm a review Natze XD I know, I'm bad.