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Fun-ness. ;P

But I fail--it took me fifty tries to beat Victor THE FIRST TIME.

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He threw me across the room. Don't judge me.

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And I was fighting Fred for thirty minutes.

-sigh-

XD No, I don't know why I'm telling you this.

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Once Victor was finished, he leaned up, still smirking, and sniffed around. "What is that smell?" he murmured curiously. He seemed to have noticed that it was coming from the closet. He grinned hopefully and grasped the doorknob of the closet in his hand….

But Blair had already teleported out of there before he could open the door.

Blair had teleported back to the bar. Tears were still running down her face non-stop, but she didn't care. She needed to get to Logan…NOW.

Before she had begun her search for Logan in the crowds, there was a disturbingly loud bang sound from the opposite end of the bar. Blair quickly rushed over to it, and there was Logan. Gambit must've gone overboard and thrust him through the brick wall.

"L-Logan!" she croaked, rushing up to him.

"What?" he snapped, getting up and brushing himself off. He also mumbled something resembling "little bastard" and cast a fierce look in Gambit's direction as he rushed towards him.

"Logan, it's John!" choked Blair, still sobbing. Either Logan hadn't noticed her tears yet, or he simply didn't care.

"Hold that thought," Logan murmured impatiently. Gambit was sprinting towards him with the expression of the deepest loathing on his face. Logan revealed his claws and ran towards Gambit full speed, body-slamming him into the bar wall.

Gambit struggled to get up, but once he succeeded, he took a punch at Logan. However, Logan quickly elbowed him in the face, causing him to fall to the ground, momentarily immobilized.

"You were saying?" he said, stepping over dusty bricks out into the warm air of the night. He finally looked Blair in the face. "Why are you crying?" he demanded.

"It's John, I said!" shrieked Blair.

"What about him?" Logan responded gruffly.

"W-well…" Blair began. The tears were getting harder. They rushed down her tomato red face.

"Well?" persisted Logan eagerly, his arms crossed over his chest.

Blair narrowed her eyes. Logan was the most uncaring, filthy bastard she'd ever met. He had the right to be hurting from the loss of his girlfriend, but he didn't have the right to not care enough about what Blair was going to say….

Blair began to babble, something to normally did when she revealed tragic news. "John and I…we went to the back, right? I-I mean, you know that. Y-you were here, we were there. Y-yeah, you get it. I-I understand. So…so John h-heard footsteps and…and…he t-told me to go in the closet b-because he heard—"

"Victor," interrupted Logan. His face was reddening and his eyes were gazing past Blair with the utmost loathing revealed in them.

"Y-yeah…" Blair was sobbing uncontrollably. "How did you…know?" she gasped, her breathing short and quick.

Logan pointed behind her. There, across the alley way, was Victor. John's body lie at his feet as he stared back at his brother, smirking.

"Jimmy!" he called eagerly. "Still betting on killing me, eh?" he sneered.

Logan shoved his way past Blair. "You bet," he snarled, his claws emitting from his hands. "I'm ready to cut your God damn head off, Victor," he added furiously.

"Likewise, little bro," Victor responded, amused to the highest extent. He glanced at his claws. "Ooh, shiny. Looks like you've gotten yourself an upgrade." He paused and then sniffed. "Ah…just one question." He set his eyes on Blair. "Who is the girl?"

"Why do you care?" Logan countered, stepping somewhat defensively in front of Blair. This shocked her.

"Just…curious," replied Victor, smiling wickedly. "I think I smelled her when I killed John…." His smile widened.

"Her name's Blair," Logan said shortly, taking a quick step closer to Victor.

Victor stalked forward, as well. "Blair?" he sneered. "As in TheBlair Witch Project? Hmm. What's her last name?" he asked malevolently.

This time, Blair responded. "Colombo," she squeaked.

Victor's eyes widened in sheer amusement. "Ah! Blair Colombo, eh? Oh yeah, I remember you—the poor little girl that lost her parents in a car accident. Tragic accident. Too bad they never caught me—I mean…the killer," he said with fake sympathy.

Blair's eyes bulged out of her head in a disturbed way. "You?" she croaked. "You hit my parents' car? You?" Her mouth was gaping in disbelief.

Victor clapped his hands mockingly. "Ah-ha, very good," he told Blair sarcastically.

Tears of fury and rage suddenly combined with her tears of sorrow. The man who had, on top of killing her godfather, killed her parents, ruined her life, was standing right in front of her, only a few feet away. She had to do something. She wanted to kill him.

Logan seemed to have notice the fury that lay in Blair's eyes. He gripped her by the arm. "Only I get to kill him," he snapped. "You'd lose, anyway…"

"Logan, let go! LET GO!" she snarled, fighting his grip.

"No!" growled Logan, gripping her arm so tight that it brought fresh tears to her clouded eyes.

Victor cackled. "So you're looking for a fight, Blair? You wouldn't stand a chance, even if you are a mutant." He hesitated. "Are you a mutant?" he added.

Logan, whom had truthfully forgotten all about Blair's mutant power, realized he had made a tragic mistake by grasping her arm so harshly. She had his power now…. She could use it against him…against Victor. "Blair, don't you even think about it!" he growled as metal claws painfully revealed themselves from Blair's hands.

Blair ignored the stabbing pain emitting from her hands and the blood flowing effortless from her fresh wounds. She didn't care. She had the tools to fight the horribly sadistic bastard standing a few feet away from her now.

Blair took a slash at Logan's arm, causing him to let go of her. His wound healed almost automatically, but she still had enough time to charge at Victor.

"Blair, NO! NO!" Logan shouted, running after her.

As Blair reached Victor, she shoved the claws out in front of her. But she never actually got a chance to use them. The second she was a foot away from Victor, he had grasped her by the neck and shoved her against the alley way wall.

"You steal gifts, is that it?" Victor said curiously, eyeing Blair as she gasped for air. "That's quite an interesting gift…maybe Stryker will be intrigued by that one." He hesitated and his lip curled. "But let's test how indestructible you really are now, shall we?" He chuckled eerily and tightened his grip on Blair's throat.

Blair, who was beginning to feel lightheaded, was extremely curious to why she wasn't stealing Victor's gift now. He had her by the neck, for God's sake. He was touching her. The claws should've disappeared by now and been replaced with creepily sharp nails and teeth. Why wasn't it working on him?

Logan tackled Victor just as consciousness was beginning to slip away from Blair. "You bastard!" he snarled.

Blair coughed desperately as she hit the ground with a thud.

"You never learn, do you, little brother?" Victor snarled, shoving Logan off of him and thrusting his nails through his chest.

Logan didn't even scream. He pushed Victor roughly away from him and copied Victor's action with his claws. "I think I did learn," he began, shoving Victor against the wall, "I learned that I'm going to kill you for what you did to Kayla!" he shrieked. He yanked the claws out of Victor's chest and brought them to his neck. "Bye, bro," he hissed.

Before Logan had the chance to execute Victor, he was thrown off his feet, halfway across the alley way. He lifted his head feebly off the ground to see Gambit standing a foot away from him, holding a rod in his hand. "You," he growled, getting up off the ground.

"Me," Gambit replied simply, smirking. "Like the stick? I'm gonna use it to kick your ass."

"It's nice," Logan sneered, charging mercilessly at Gambit, his claws outstretched.

Gambit thrust himself out of Logan's path, then quickly whacked him hard from behind. Logan stumbled forward, but quickly regained his composure and took a slash at Gambit's fancy stick, breaking it in half.

Gambit didn't even look remotely concerned. In his mind, now he had two weapons.

Logan smiled a bit as he charged at Gambit once again. He was knocked off his feet, again, when he was hit hard in the head.

But it hadn't hurt him at all. He was beginning to enjoy his quite literal hard headedness.

He turned to see Gambit still smirking, and thrust his claws in his direction. Gambit flipped fancily into the air and landed on a metal balcony above.

This was Logan's chance. His eyes lit up with eagerness. He could easily conquer the metal balcony, and that he did. He took quick, harsh slashes at the balcony every second. Every time his indestructible claws hit the feeble metal, a piece snapped off. Pretty soon, there wasn't enough balcony for Gambit to fit on. He tumbled to the ground, and Logan took this opportunity to seize him by the shirt.

"All right, listen up, asshole," he growled impatiently. "You're gonna take me to Stryker's island where I'll kill pretty much everyone you hate, got it? Or you can try to fight me again and lose…tragically," he threatened.

"Everyone?" Gambit panted, suddenly intrigued. "And you're not just exaggerating?"

"I mean it," Logan said, horridly annoyed. "Everyone. But you have to cooperate."

Gambit seemed to debate with himself for a moment before he stubbornly agreed. "Fine," he said. However, he seemed quite ecstatic with the idea of Logan destroying everyone who had locked him up on that hell-of-an-island for two years.

"Good," Logan snarled, releasing Gambit's shirt. He turned to see where Victor had gone. Maybe, just maybe, if he hadn't run off, he could still get him….

But no. The coward had gone. Logan sighed uneasily. Whatever. He would get him next time.

But then he took another look around.

Blair was gone, too.

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