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Oh yeah. I'm just, like, super curious about this question thingy.

WELL, Imm'a gonna ask you guyses questions. (: They involve x-men, don't worry.

ANYWHOO, who ish your favorite character(s) in x-men, and if you could have any of the mutants powers, whose would you have?

Hehe. Such coolio questions, right!? :D

Lemme answer first:

My favorite character(s) are; John, Logan and Victor…and I would want Victor's power if I could have any. :]

Sooo, answer that to fend off my curiosity. It would make me happy. Tehe. :]]]

"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.

Logan took another intense look around. Damn it. DAMN IT. Stupid Blair. Why hadn't she stayed back when John had told her to? Why?

"Where is she?" he screamed. He threw his hands up in the air in exasperation.

"Who?" Gambit questioned, brushing dirt off of himself that had been caked into his clothes during battle.

"Blair! Blair Colombo! The thirteen year old that was with me! That girl!" He slammed his fists into the brick wall next to him, leaving two dents.

"Calm down," Gambit murmured. "Why does she matter?"

"She matters because…because she does!" He shook his head. Okay. Blair didn't matter…. Blair was like nothing to him. She would just get in the way if he went to rescue her. Duh.

But he couldn't just let her get taken to the island. And what if she wasn't getting taken to the island at all? What if Victor was just going to kill her? Or …what if he was going to torture her or something!? Logan actually shuddered at the thought.

"I think…we're going to have to go after the girl…," Logan murmured, forcing a very grim smile upon his lips.

"I thought you wanted to go to the island?" spat Gambit. "I don't have time to go around looking for some girl. She's probably dead already, anyway…."

"No, she's not!" hissed Logan. "She's fine. Maybe hurt…but fine. And I have to find her…it's what John would want. I need to pay my respects, don't I?" Logan's features rearrange themselves and his expression became puzzled.

"I guess," Gambit said, unconcerned. "Maybe she'll get away herself…."

"Maybe," Logan muttered, not convinced. "I think I can follow Victor's scent if I try hard enough…. You just follow me, got that?" he explained, giving Gambit the you're-going-to-help-me-with-this look.

Gambit's eyes narrowed irritably in Logan's direction. "Fine!" he shouted, stomping off to retrieve his broken rod from the ground.

However, Logan had already gone off. He was sniffing his way down the alley way. "C'mon, asshole, he went this way!" he shouted, still highly irritated with Gambit.

Gambit, with a fierce grimace on his face, followed Logan's lead very slowly.

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Blair smelled rotting. Or at least, she thought she could smell rotting. There was a sickeningly disgusting smell emitting from around her.

So she could smell rotting…and she didn't know where she was. The last thing she remembered was being whacked over the head by Victor when Logan wasn't paying any mind.

Oh yeah, and there was a stabbing pain in her side accompanied by the feeling of being lost and the horrid rotting smell. Arghh.

Blair's eyes, she realized, were closed. She didn't dare open them. Not yet. She didn't want to…. However, she did bring her hand to her face. Her nose was bleeding quite harshly. Blood spurted onto her hand and she wiped it on her already-filthy shirt.

"Ouch," she murmured, caressing her nose which throbbed unsettlingly.

The pain in her side, however, was much more unbearable than her nose, but somehow, she was managing to ignore it.

So Blair tried to remember what had happened…. She'd nearly been choked to death by Victor, but then Logan had saved her…. Then he'd run off to battle with Gambit, and she had been hit rather hard over the head…then what had happened?

Blair's eyes very cautiously fluttered open to reveal her brown irises. "Um…" She was in a car. A dirty, near-broken down jeep by the looks of it. There was trash and broken objects all over the place. The car also had the sickening stench of dried blood. So that was the rotting smell.

The pain in her side throbbed once more, like a blow to her body. She gasped and gripped it tightly. Why was it throbbing? Lifting up her shirt only slightly, she noticed three long, deep bloody gash marks by her rib cage.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned quietly.

And her nose was bleeding too. That's why it was pouring blood down her face.

Okay, so, obviously Victor had beat the crap out of her after she was unconscious. Or she had struggled when he tried to take her and she simply just didn't remember that part.

Blair's mind was swirling with thoughts of panic. Was she going to die? Was Logan going to come look for her, or could he care less about what happened to her? She glanced into the darkened front seat of the car and, as she had suspected, Victor was driving.

"Damn it, damn it…," she hissed, gazing around the car. However, she realized she wasn't tied up or anything. She could just get up and jump out of the car if she really needed to….

And that she tried to do, but the pain emitting from her side was much too unbearable. She couldn't move at all without being wrapped in a blanket of agony. Tricky, Victor, very tricky.

She was stuck. Stuck sitting in the backseat of a car with a sadistic murderer in the front seat. Lovely.

Blair absentmindedly grasped her side again as it throbbed.

"Oh, nice to see you're awake. I thought I hit you over the head a little too hard."

Victor's voice floated over to Blair, and her head snapped up. "Oh, that's okay," she said coldly. "It's perfectly all right to hit me over the head, just as long as you worry about how hard you hit me."

"Very funny," Victor replied uncaringly, still staring at the road.

Blair didn't really know what to say after that. What was she supposed to say to a murderer? She had no idea what to do or say. The throbbing in her side from the deep scratches deepened and she winced continuously.

"What did you do to me?" she demanded. "Scratch me?"

Victor chuckled evilly. "Yeah," he said coolly. "If you haven't noticed, my nails are a little sharp…."

"Oh, I've noticed," hissed Blair, wincing once again and yawning very suddenly.

"You're not tired, are you?" Victor said, frowning. "But you just woke up. You can't go to sleep without—"

Blair wasn't listening. She was staring down at her hands. There were deep, fierce cuts where Logan's claws had emitted from. She still had the claws. She could tell because her hands were still abnormally sore, they had just hidden themselves in her skin.

"Hello? Hello?" Victor snapped.

"Huh?" Blair looked back up at him uneasily, worrying about whether or not the cuts on her hands were something to worry about…she knew that the scratches in her side were….

"I asked you a question," snarled Victor.

"Oh, uh…w-what was the question?" she stammered, still not paying attention entirely.

"I asked you if you'd rather me take you to Stryker's island where you can be imprisoned, but alive, or do you want me to just kill you now and take your powers to the island myself?"

Blair choked. "I don't—" she coughed harshly—"I-I don't know how to answer that…."

That's when Blair also remembered that she hadn't been able to take Victor's power by using her own…but why? Was he…immune…or something? That was scarcely a possibility, but a possibility it was.

"HELLO?" shrieked Victor, slamming his hands on the steering wheel.

Blair's head snapped up again. "Erm…"

"Are you paying attention to what the hell I'm saying? It's kind of important. It involves your life…." Victor scowled viciously.

"Well, truthfully," Blair leaned forward a bit as she spoke, wincing, "I don't give a shit about what you have to say." She half-smirked and leaned back again.

"Oh really?" Victor sneered, slamming the breaks on the car and stopping abruptly in the middle of the road. "Maybe we should have a little chat about how things work when you're with me." He shoved the car door open and exited, then made his way to the back seat.

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Logan was twitching restlessly as Gambit snoozed away next to him. Gambit had made him stop for camp in the middle of the woods after a few hours of searching for Blair. He hadn't wanted to, but the stupid pansy had irritated him enough to the point where he finally gave in.

"Hey, buddy, I didn't even want to go after the girl," Gambit had exclaimed. "I at least deserve some rest after searching for six hours!"

Logan wasn't even slightly exhausted, but he figured he ought to be. He'd been running and sniffing and searching all day long, yet he doubted he would be able to sleep a wink.

He couldn't stop thinking about his reasoning for going after Blair. He wanted revenge on Victor, and Stryker, and everyone who'd done him wrong in the past which led up to Kayla's death. He didn't give a crap about some girl who'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time and gotten herself in a load of trouble, yet he felt like he had to save her.

Maybe it was just in his nature to play hero…although he'd never done that before. He'd always been the bad guy, killing people for no reason. Not very nice at all. He'd never been the "hero."

Well, actually, that was a lie. He had saved countless lives in Africa. Victor had been ready to tear everyone's heads off, but he'd stopped him, hadn't he?

But…that was only a possibility. He'd saved them, then left. Victor could've very easily ripped their heads off after he'd left.

So why was he going after Blair? Maybe because she was just a child? She didn't know any better. She was only thirteen. She was young….

Gambit snored in his sleep, which caused Logan to slam him in the ribs. He awoke with a shuddering gasp and cast a loathing glare at Logan, rubbed his side, then drifted off back to sleep.

Logan still wasn't tired. No, he wouldn't sleep. He couldn't sleep. He…was…worried. Worried about Blair…about what was happening to her at that moment…whether she would survive the night….

But why did he care? He couldn't quite configure in his head why the hell he cared! It was driving him critically insane.

To Logan's unexpected surprise, he managed to fall asleep. However, it was not a peaceful one. His mind was still shaking with incomplete thoughts during slumber.

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