I'm sooooo sorry for the late update, school has been really hard and work has been too, plus it was kinda hard to think of something after the third chapter. (I've had the beginning wrote since I finished the other chapter). Anyway I hope you like this chapter.

Thanks for the reviews Special2, helikesitheymikey!, BlkDiamond, lovestoread, gambit-rogue, NaijaStrawberrie, Rogue-Slayer13 and Rogue181.

I don't own X-Men sadly, but I own the cute little Chrissy, Mr. Ross and the evil Damien.

Every thing is the same; from the two trees where the old hammock use to be, to the two gravesites over looking the city from afar. A light breeze brushes Anna's auburn bangs into her face, sticking to her cheeks from her tears that had left wet salty trails. Being weak from her trip here and being sick, Anna drops to her knees. She takes a shaky and uneven breath as she lefts her head looking at the graves again. The stones read: Here lies Owen D'ancanto, 1966-1988. Beloved father and friend, he will be missed. On the one next to it, it reads: Priscilla D'ancanto, 1967-1988. Beloved mother and friend, she will be missed.

"Why did ya both have ta leave mah?" Whispers Anna as she balls her fists in the dirt. "Ah was only five, Ah still needed ya." More tears roll down her cheeks, but she doesn't bother to brush them away.

After a few moments of listening to the branches hitting against one another Anna breaks the silence. "Ah know Ah should feel bad for no' comin' more ahn brin' Chrissy, bu' ya left mah alone. Ah couldn' open up ta anyone wehn Ah was youngah because Ah was afraid once Ah did Ah'd lose tehm lihke how Ah lost ya two." Anna hits the ground as she glares at the stones before her, she gets off the ground and turns her back on her parents' graves.

"Ah'll nevah forgive ya." Whispers the winds as Anna fades into the forest from once she came.

Amazing McDonalds, if threaten enough, will make whatever you say. Though the sight of pickles sprinkled on top of a caramel sundae does not, in any shape or form look remotely edible. Well not to a non pregnant male, but to his pregnant wife they defiantly do.

"So luv, do ya like your ice cream?" smiled John like the prefect husband he was…uh okay wants to be.

"John if you have to puke, I'd suggest you go to the bathroom instead of doing it on me." Sigh Wanda as she noted the light green that decorated John's cheeks.

"Thanks luv." smiles John as he runs to the bathroom. Wanda watches him embarrassedly with her head shaking and slightly covering her face with one of her hands.

"I swear, if this kid is anything like him. I'll die." Right when Wanda was about to get back to eating her ice cream some thing caught her eye. Her raven hair brushes against her face as she quickly turns her head, just barely seeing a man who looked oddly familiar. Though as fate would have it John returned from the bathroom and Wanda didn't give that guy a second thought.

So it's nine o'clock, okay well eight-fifty but close enough. Remy has been searching for Anna ever since he left his brother's place, but he has yet to see or find her. There's no way she could just disappear of the face of the Earth and he be damned if she did.

"Mon Dieu, where de hell is 'he!" growls Remy, but for how fast he's going the people on the streets can't hear him as he flying passed them.

Suddenly as Remy is about to turn left, a building about a mile away is covered in a sheet of fire. For some strange reason, Remy can't breath and it feels as though his heart is breaking. Throwing his foot roughly on the brake and stopping his motorcycle, Remy takes out his cell.

"John, where are y' et Wanda? Do y' see de fire? 'ave y' see Anna? Chrissy told moi Anna's ex wanted t' kill 'er before 'he left. Wut if he came 'ere?" Remy waits for his friend's answer, ignoring the people hooking their horns at him.

"'s 'he sure? No? Dat's still good enough for moi." Remy flips his phone shut and starts up his bike, though not before faking to run over some fat bold dude who was about to 'beat him up'.

An hour ago

Just one more block and then she'd be at Henri's, but her legs just weren't listening. They're so weak from walking all the way to her old home and then of course being sick, but for once in her life Anna feels like she ways five hundred pounds. Then without warning her legs give out and Anna falls onto her stomach. While groaning she tries to sit up, but her arms just shake and she falls back on the ground.

Foot steps are heard and the hope that person will help her. With her head on the ground and not able to pick it up she sees a pair of black shoes in front of her face. But what she heard was the last thing she expected right now.

"Well Anna it's been awhile, miss me?" Then she felt a sharp kick to her stomach and then all that was left was darkness.

"So where's my daughter?" asked an angry, yet familiar voice

"I don't know, I saw her Saturday so I'm not sure where she is now." Answered another voice.

"Well go find her." Ordered the first voice and then a door slammed, then footsteps started coming towards her. Anna opens her eyes and sees Damien looking right back at her. His short dark brown hair comes to around his ears as his equally dark brown eyes stare down at her. His lips curve into a sickening smirk as he bends down to her level, as his hand brushes against her thigh.

"Why did you run from me?" Damien asks sounding sincere, but before she could answer him, he continues. "You know I'm gonna have to punish you, though once I find the little brat none of this will matter anymore. You wanna know why my wife? A friend of mine at the bank told me a little secret. He said your parents left you quit a bit of money before they died; now I couldn't touch it since you have it under your maiden name. But if lets say, something bad was to happen to you; like you died I'd get it."

Anna's eyes widen, though not in disbelief, but in the horror of the knowledge that Damien is going to kill her. "Why do ya want Chrissy?" she asks as she finally finds her voice.

"Well that's a stupid question, though it is coming from you." Damien laughs at his own intelligence "I'm going to kill her too. I don't need or want the little bitch, besides I'm not so heartless as to have my little wife die by herself." Purrs Damien as he brushes her cheek.

"So how ya gonna kill us?" Anna growls, glaring at Damien and his ugly smirking face.

"Simple, I'm going to burn you two alive." And with that Damien walks out of the old dirty room.

Mr. Ross returns to the rundown apartment building and runs in. He sees Damien leaning against one of the walls and goes to him.

"Where's the kid Keith?" asks Damien as he gets off the wall.

"I couldn't find her Damien, let's just kill your wife and get out of here." Pleads Keith, Damien rolls his dark eyes and nods. "I already splashed gasoline everywhere, so lets go." As they stepped out of the door way Damien lit a match and threw it on the ground of the apartment building. Within seconds flames covered the floor and probably in minutes it would reach Anna on the third floor.

Once again I'm totally sorry for the late update. I can't promise that the next one will be soon, but I'll try my best not to make you wait too long.