Natsumi: So here we are, chapter 2 already! Gasp! I wonder what will happen?

Logan: You better know what happens, you're the so called 'writer'.

Natsumi: I thought I said you weren't going to do the intro with me anymore.

Logan: Since when have I listened to you?

Natsumi: Ya know, I'll get Hank to do it with me next time. He's nice, and furry. How much better can you get than that?

Logan: Get on with it.

Natsumi: I don't own X-Men, would love too, but I don't. Kanaan is mine though, so… meh.

2

"This reeks of a trap." Logan growled, after listening to the mission that Xavier had for them.

"I don't think so Logan, the fear in the girls voice was genuine. She is in grave danger." Charles replied, looking at his old friend. He could still see the skepticism on Logan's face, but he said nothing more.

"Where's she located Professor?" Scott asked.

"In Montreal, Canada. She's waiting for us there, but may not be able to stay in the immediate area. We have to reach her as soon as possible. Scott, if you will, fire up the X-Jet."

"You got it Professor." the young man replied, leaving the room.

"Hank, if you will come with us this time, we may need all the strength we can get, Kanaan informed me Sabertooth has already harmed someone in the pursuit of her."

"Of course." Hank agreed.

"Storm, I'll need you to stay here with the younger students, and to prepare the infirmary in case of injury."

"Understood." Storm nodded.

"The rest of you will come with us, and be on your guard, Sabertooth will do whatever it takes to get to this girl."

Jean, Kurt, Kitty, and Rogue all confirmed that they understood, before the group headed down to the X-Jet, and started their trip to Canada.

Kanaan walked into the Café Banh Mi Linh, feeling more drained than ever before. She was cold, tired, and hungry. She grabbed the last of the money in her pocket, and sighed with relief. It was enough to get her a sandwich, and that was more than what she had hoped for at the time. She went into the women's bathroom, and used the facilities before scrubbing her hands clean of any grime that was on them. However, when she opened the door, a large, familiar silhouette stood in the entrance of the café.

Before he could see her she shut the door, her heart pounding. Seeing that there was no other way out, she went into one of the stalls, stood on one of the toilets, an lifted herself up onto the ledge of one of the dividers. Kanaan then reached for the ceiling, pushing one of the tiles out of the way, before climbing up into the ceiling. She had just replaced the tile when the door opened. She didn't move, didn't even breathe, as she looked through the vent beside her, and saw Victor Creed walk into the bathroom. He paused, sniffed the air, and moved to the stall beneath her, out of her sight. She stifled a shriek when he kicked open the door. Kanaan heard him growl in frustration, before silence overcame the restroom.

Her heart pounded, lacking oxygen, but she refused to breathe.

She screamed when a clawed hand came through the ceiling tile right beside her, and scrambled away on her hands and knees as fast as she could. She only stopped once, to look back to see a head of matted blond hair come through the ceiling, and eyes of gold gleaming at her, and yellow fangs smiling at her fear.

"Hello sweetheart. Did you miss daddy?"

She never knew she could crawl so fast. She went even faster as she heard him come through the ceiling after her. As soon as there was a widened out space she maneuvered her legs and kicked down the tile in front of her. She ignored the surprised cries and slipped through, landing hard on the floor behind the ordering counter. Kanaan didn't even give herself time to recover, before she was up and running, yelling at people,

"Get out of here quick!"

She found the back door, and had it open when she heard a crash, and knew it was him. She raced outside, and headed up the main street going northeast hoping, praying, he wouldn't make a public scene, that he'd just track her instead of all out pursuit.

She knew he wouldn't care, though. To him human's were insects, and he didn't give a shit if he stomped on them or not. So she kept running, as the sun set to the left of her, and ran faster and harder than ever before, knowing her life was at stake in this twisted game of cat and mouse.

She did thank one thing about her father's genetics, her long, powerful legs let her run farther than most, and much more quickly, and from the sounds of cursing behind her, she knew she was going to need all the help she could get.

It was dark when she reached Parc Villeray, and her lungs burned. She ran amongst the foliage, hoping to loose him, knowing it was useless, she could hear him crashing through the underbrush behind her, and knew she was almost caught.

'Please!' she screamed in her mind. 'Someone help me!!!'

Natsumi: OMG RUN KANAAN!

Kurt: Is this vat you Americans call a cliffhanger?

Natsumi: You've got it Kurt, it is one.

Kurt: Vell I hate it! Come on! Tell me what happens next! Please?

Natsumi: No.

Kurt: You know you can't resist the fuzzy dude...

Natsumi: 0.0 won't... give... in... Okay! It's...

Charles: Curfew was an hour ago you two, lights out!

Kurt: NOOO!!!

Natsumi: 'Night all! Chapter three in the works. R&R means two things, read and review, then rest and relax. L8ter