I felt bad for leaving ya'll with a cliffhanger.

I don't own any X-men comics, movies, or TV shows, only Morgan, Tante Cécile, and Amy.

Creed POV

I had been trying to find this sneaky little bitch for almost seven months. How she keeps slipping away from me, I don't know. She has led me all over this damn country. But now all of my waiting has paid off. Stryker gave me the call, saying she was spotted in Chicago boarding a flight to New York City.

I arrived in LaGuardia Airport about thirty minutes before her plane landed. I waited near the terminal when the plane landed, pulling the gloves covering my nails tighter. I didn't want to cause any alarm and have her slip through my fingers again. I watched closely as people started to pour out of the terminal. I smelt her before I saw her. I could smell her fear and exhaustion rolling off of her. She should be afraid.

I followed closely as she left the airport and hailed a taxi down. I quickly hopped into one behind her, telling the driver to follow her. We finally pulled up to a fairly large hotel in the heart of the city where she got out, gathered her things and walked in. This girl lived nicely for someone on the run. I paid the driver and got out of the taxi. She would come out eventually. Now all I had to do was wait.

Morgan POV

When I landed in New York I knew something was wrong. It was the first time that I felt someone watching me. I left the airport and took a taxi to a large hotel. I felt there would be less of a chance of something bad happening to me here.

I got to my room completely exhausted. I locked the door and flopped down on the bed, waiting for sleep to overtake me, but it never did. Instead my mind kept racing of the past seven months. I had missed Christmas with Tante Cécile and Amy's family. I finally called Tante Cécile. She was a mess but I guess that's to be expected. I took what little will power I had left to not go back home since I knew I couldn't do that, not yet.

I don't know how I had been this lucky to not have been caught yet. Right now I almost wish I would have been caught, just so I can stop running. But I would never stop. I had to prove I was stronger than that.

Finally my mind drifted to Remy. Where was he? Was he even alive? I never realized how much of a big part of my life he had become until he was ripped away from me. I missed his cocky attitude, his flashy card tricks, the way he would slip away from the house when Tante Cécile would get home only to come to my bedroom window to tell me goodnight. But here I go getting sappy again. I needed something to take my mind off of him.

I quietly left the hotel and jumped in a cab that was parked outside the doors. It was still light out so I thought nothing of an ambush happening. Maybe some food would do me some good.

Creed POV

I waited outside the hotel in a cab I had… "borrowed"… knowing she would need one if she wanted to get anywhere in this city. I was right. A few hours after she walked in she came out, looking like a zombie. I pulled my hat down lower over my face. She jumped right into my cab and mumbled the name of some restaurant. Silly girl. I have my own agenda.

I drove away from the city but it wasn't until the large buildings disappeared that she started to get suspicious.

"Where are we going?" she finally asked.

I bit back a laugh, "I know a faster way there."

She was too tired to argue and she sat back, closing her eyes. She was a beautiful girl, even if she did look half dead. Stryker told me not to hurt her too much. Maybe I could have some fun before I handed her over. She didn't move until I stopped the taxi in an abandoned apartment complex parking lot. Stryker had told me to bring her here when I caught her so he could take her.

She opened her eyes and looked around, her brow creased in confusion. I turned around slowly, canines glittering dangerously.

"Hello Swamp Rat."

Morgan POV

I blew the door off the taxi and flew out of the car. He had found me. I had fallen right into his hands. God I was stupid.

I stooped running and turned around, facing the feral. I knew I couldn't outrun him and I probably couldn't fight him but I was going to try. If he was going to kill me, I would try my hardest to drag him down with me.

The feral was standing by the car a good thirty yards away from where I stood. No one was around. This had to have been planned. He smiled menacingly, slowly taking off his gloves and flexing his fingers. I felt all of my pent up rage from the last seven months forcing its way out. I felt my power course through my body, my arms slowly being covered in bright blue tendrils. This made him chuckle which sent me over the edge.

I ran towards him, not sure of what I would do. As soon as I moved he started for me, running on all fours, a growl escaping his lips. As he got closer he jumped up but was shot down my balls of energy before he could hit me. He stood up slowly, cracking his neck. The smirk that was once there erased and replaced by rage.

He lunged at me again, dodging my energy, and crashed into me. I was barley able to throw up a small force field, absorbing most of the impact but not all. I fell backwards, the feral landing on top of me, and hit my head on the hard concrete. I went light headed until the weight of his body crushing mine brought me back into focus. His hand went for my throat but it was captured by blue tendrils wrapping around his arm. He flew sideways off of me and I scrambled to my feet.

Adrenalin was pumping through my veins and I felt myself losing control of my power. Blue markings covered my arms and face, glowing brightly. Blue tendrils now danced around my torso and legs. I was no longer thinking, my mind and body only running the thought of survival.

The feral looked at me with wide eyes, frustration written across his face. I wasn't supposed to be this hard to capture.

Large stones floated around me before I directed them at his face. He easily swatted them away as he made his way towards me. He lashed out, catching me in the stomach. I stumbled back, watching the blood as it seeped out of the wounds.

I lost it.

All that came after was a flash of blue and then black.

Creed POV

She wasn't supposed to be this hard to catch. She was supposed to be a weak, helpless girl.

I watched as she slowly raised her head after I was finally able to get in a good hit. She was not there anymore, not mentally. Her powers had taken over. I struck out again but was thrown back as soon has my hand connected with the blue energy surrounding her body.

Where were Stryker and his men? They should have been here by now.

I watched as she walked slowly towards me. Every lunge I made at her threw me back. Blue wings made of tendrils sprouted from her back, trailing her like a cape. She no longer looked human. With a fierce yell a wall of blue energy forced its way from her body, almost like a tidal wave, picking up and throwing everything in its path. It slammed into me, throwing me against the wall of the apartment building with such force that I blacked out.

Mwahahaha! Another cliffhanger! So… should she wake up in a hospital or in the hands of Stryker? That is the question that is bothering me.

Oh and for the wings, if anyone has played Jak 3, you know his wings that he has when he's "Light" Jak? That's what they look like. I'll post a picture on my profile.

Reviews and constructional criticism welcome!