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Now I'm gonna ask more questions because…well, it's fun to ask questions! :D
This one is unrelated to x-men. Buahahaaa.
IF YOU HAVE A CELEBRITY CRUSH, WHO IS IT?
-cackle-
My answer:
I think I might've posted this a few chapters ago, but it's Hugh Jackman [and I'm sure you all OBVIOUSLY know who that is. Lol.]. He's gorgeous and talented. Hehe.
Yesh. And you must answer my pointless questions, orrrr…my chipmunk minions will eat all your cookies.
Ehhh, sorry. I'm a bit hyper. (:
READ.
"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.
Blair gnawed on her lip anxiously and shuffled her feet uncomfortably as Victor made his way to the back. Maybe she should just keep her mouth shut and listen. At this rate, she was going to get herself killed.
So Victor came to the back. He smirked a little before lifting Blair off the seat by her neck. This reminded her of what he'd done when they had first met several hours ago….
The scratch marks indented into Blair's side throbbed almost to the point where she wanted to let out a blood curdling scream, but she strongly fought back the urge. It was a little difficult for her, though. She was used to emotional pain, but physical pain really was something else.
"So I'm guessing that your pathetic parents never taught you any…manners," Victor began, smirking.
"Guess not," Blair agreed sarcastically, returning the smirk.
Victor growled a little and went on. "You really don't know when to keep your mouth shut, do you?"
"Guess not," Blair repeated, still sarcastically.
"That's it," snapped Victor, tightening his grip on Blair's throat and lifting her out of the car. He shoved her harshly onto the filthy ground. "Stand up," he growled.
"Uh…" Blair said unsurely, pain flooding her entire body. She grasped her side again. "I don't think I…c-can…," she stammered.
Victor seemed to be pleased that she was stammering and smiled a little. He grabbed Blair by the hair and yanked her to her feet. She yelped unpleasantly and stared at him.
"What the hell!" she shrieked, tears flooding her eyes. It hurt agonizingly to stand up.
Victor chuckled lightly and released her hair. She automatically toppled to the ground. Blair noticed his nails grow a bit, which caused her eyes to widen uncertainly.
"Uhh…" she spluttered. "Okay, okay…I'm sorry that I'm such a brat…" she said unwillingly, fighting back the growing tears in her eyes.
"Oh, I'm not punishing you," he sneered. "I'm still just wondering how indestructible you are…having Jimmy's power and all."
Again, Blair was reminded of the fact that she still could not steal Victor's power.
"It's…it's not as strong," she admitted, her eyes clouded. "It's just a copy…it's not as…advanced, I guess," she explained.
"Hmm. Well that's a little useless, isn't it? If you can't even protect yourself…." Victor smirked; amused, and Blair shuddered.
"No…" Blair replied sharply. "It's still useful…sometimes." She nodded pleadingly. "Can I—" The pain in her side suddenly throbbed so harshly that she screamed louder than she had ever thought possible.
Victor merely stood there, staring at her with a pleasant expression on his face. "You're weak," he said disappointedly, although he was still grinning broadly. "But let's see if we can't fix that, hmm? Doesn't pain make people stronger?"
Blair didn't look at him. She was staring down at her white shirt which had a large, blotted blood stain seeping through it. "Um…I dunno…."
Victor didn't wait for her to say anymore. He snarled and aimed his nails at her stomach, thrusting them through her skin. She let out a piercing wail and glanced at Victor with a tortured expression.
Okay, Blair had never felt this much pain before. Well, maybe she had…emotionally. But she didn't have time to weigh which pain was worse at the moment. This really hurt. Logan's claws automatically sprung from her hands. She figured she must have caused that unintentionally. Blood squirted out from the cuts the claws had left, and Victor smirked widely and ripped his nails from her stomach.
"That wasn't too bad," he complimented vaguely. "I really thought you would've cried more. My mistake. Seems like you're a bit more indestructible than I would've thought…. Oh, but tell me, what would happen if I did that and you didn't have Jimmy's power?"
Blair, breathing heavily, answered him in an unusually high voice, "I guess I would died."
Victor raised one eyebrow and sneered, "That's what I thought." With that, he pulled Blair off the ground and tossed her back into the car. "You can sleep now," he said simply, slamming the back door shut and returning to the front seat.
But Blair knew indefinitely that she wouldn't be able to get a wink of sleep with all the pain shadowing her.
[THE NEXT DAY: YAYYY: AND NO, BLAIR DIDN'T SLEEP xP]
The next day, Logan awoke with a dreadful temper. It was six AM exactly and he was ready to go. However, Gambit wasn't as enthusiastic.
"Let's go!" Logan snapped, slamming his foot into Gambit's stomach.
Much like a few hours before, Gambit awoke with a shuddering gasp, but this time he did not fall back to sleep. "Ya know," he began, standing up and yawning, "looking for this girl kind of sucks…especially for me. I don't even know her…."
Logan ignored the last part of his remark. "Oh no, I think it's a joy searching for her. Hours and hours of sniffing and tracking…fun stuff," he commented coldly.
"You're in a shitty mood," Gambit murmured impatiently, scowling. He then added with a grim smirk, "But then again, you're always in a bad mood."
Logan eyed Gambit with intense irritation and stretched. "I am not always in a bad mood," he denied. "Besides, I didn't sleep well last night. Sue me."
"I would," Gambit said shortly, raising an eyebrow. "But you'd probably rip my head off with your…should I call whatever you have claws or swords?"
Logan scoffed and started to walk through the thick woods, ignoring Gambit who was trailing behind him rather impatiently.
"Do even have any idea where your brother is now?" Gambit exclaimed, grabbing Logan by the shoulder.
And Logan exploded. He shoved Gambit to the ground so harshly that Gambit nearly screamed. "No I don't!" he yelped. "I don't! And it's because of you! Because you had to stop! I don't know where the hell Victor and Blair went! Damn it!" he bellowed, his temper rising way above average and his face burning hot.
"All right," Gambit said slowly. "All right…calm down…," he added calmly.
"No, I won't 'calm down'!" shouted Logan, his face reddening to a point where he was looking unrecognizable. He screamed again and slid down the trunk of a tree to the ground, breathing heavily.
Gambit didn't say anything for a few moments. "You done?" he said coolly.
"Yeah," Logan panted. "I'm done. But I still think you're an asshole."
Gambit's fists clenched at his sides. "Thank you!" he snapped sarcastically.
"You're welcome," Logan replied smoothly, a smirk toying around his lips. He stood up on his feet again. "Uhh…sorry," he said unsurely. "Sorry that I exploded."
"What are you? Bipolar?" Gambit said curtly. "One minute you're angry, the next minute you're a monster, and the next you're calm. Seriously, choose one emotion," he warned him.
"I'm…worried…all right?" Logan admitted sheepishly.
"About what…? The girl? You don't seem like the type of person to be worried about people…," Gambit said curiously.
"I'm not," Logan snapped. "Not usually. Well, besides Kayla, that is…."
"Kayla?" Gambit cocked his head to one side in an interested fashion.
"Never mind her," Logan said, shuddering at the thought of his lost girlfriend. "Let's just go…. I'm sure I can find Victor and Blair's path again…."
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I hope you guys liked it. :]
Now I shall go to bed, for it is 10:21 PM.
Or maybe I'll just sit by the TV and read Harry Potter.
Hmmm…
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