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Logan, his eyes now filling with hatred, dashed after his brother with only one thing on his mind.

Protect Blair.

Logan had hardly made it down the hall when he heard Blair scream bloody murder. His brother was faster than him, but he was tougher…he could beat him….

It wasn't difficult at all to decipher which room Blair was in. Her scent was strong enough, and it was steadily becoming stronger and more distinct, which meant that she was bleeding….

When Logan reached the last room in the hall, he could hear Blair begging, "Ouch—ouch! Get off! Please!"

The door wasn't locked, nor was it even closed, so all Logan had to do was walk in—not that he would've stopped if the door had been closed and bolted shut.

So Logan entered. He wasn't exactly being quiet, but Victor didn't even seem to notice, or he was just ignoring him. Logan sensed it was the second choice.

Victor had Blair pinned to the wall by her shoulders. He was digging his nails into them, so, naturally, they were bleeding. Blair was feebly suppressing tears. The site infuriated Logan.

"Victor!" he snarled. Victor kept his eyes unblinkingly on Blair, smirking, but he did respond to his brother.

"Weren't you supposed to wait in the lobby, Jimmy?" he replied coolly.

"No," Logan replied sharply. "Let Blair go. Now," he added hotly.

"Eh…" Victor said mockingly, "no thanks."

"Get off!" Blair mumbled, stricken.

Logan hadn't the slightest clue of what to do. He wanted to attack Victor, but he had a feeling that Blair would be finished off if he tried to.

"This. Is. Ridiculous," Logan snarled quietly, still staring at his brother scornfully.

While Logan argued with himself about how to decapitate his brother without Blair getting decapitated herself, Blair was very suddenly pried from Victor's hands, as if an invisible force had grabbed her away.

Then Victor, dazed by the fact Blair had suddenly been yanked away from him, fell to his feet. He'd been pushed by the same force that had pulled Blair away.

"What the hell!?" he growled loudly, hectically getting back on his feet.

Logan hesitated for a moment, not entirely realizing what had happened himself. Invisible force…invisible force. Of course. Danny.

And Logan had been correct. Danny reappeared in the corner of the room, Blair by his side, bleeding heavily.

Logan heard Danny say to Blair in a very concerned voice, "Blair, are you all right?"

Then Blair shrugged. "Not really," she mumbled painfully.

Still focused on Blair and Danny, Logan hardly noticed his brother charging at him full-speed—that is, until Blair shouted, "Logan—Logan!Look out!"

Logan tilted his head imperceptibly and his eyes widened as he scarcely dodged his brothers' attack. He heard Blair emit a sigh of relief from the other end of the room and mumble, "Be careful."

"I think I can take care of myself, little girl," Logan called back to Blair. She seemed to hold back a slight smirk.

Victor collected himself from the other side of the room and went after Logan again. Blair turned her head away and looked to Danny, then said, "Go get Gambit."

"What? And leave you here to get the crap beaten out of you? I don't think so," Danny objected.

"Dan…" Blair began slowly, "go get Gambit. I'll be fine. Logan can hold his stupid brother off…" she concluded unsurely.

"Wow, you sound so confident in him," Danny snorted miserably.

"Well, he could still lose…maybe…but that's unlikely…uh….right?" she muttered, her eyes trailing over to Victor and Logan who were busy trying to rip each other to pieces.

"Who says it's unlikely? He could lose…" Danny disagreed.

"Danny, just go get Gambit. Please. He ran off somewhere after I snapped at him…he said he was going off to help Logan…but then Logan came in here and…" her voice slipped away and she nodded.

Danny took a quick, concerned glance at Blair's bleeding shoulders before agreeing in a very constricted voice, "Fine. I'll be back." Then he trotted hastily out of the room.

Unfortunately, almost immediately after Danny left the room, Blair heard the very distinct sound of cracking metal come from the other end of the room. The end of the room where Victor and Logan happened to be fighting….

Blair's head turned sharply in the two brothers' direction. The sight she saw was both horrifying and disappointing. Victor was standing over Logan, smiling maliciously, and Logan had blacked out. The cracking metal had been his skull.

"Did you just…crack his skull open?" Blair gasped, horrified.

Victor smirked and didn't look her way, but he replied in a very pleased voice, "Yeah." Then he hesitated and added, "D'you think if I choked him well enough he'd still heal?"

"Yeah, he would! You can't beat him, you asshole!" Blair shrieked, shouting the insulting words before she had a chance to actually hear them. Once she realized what she had just said, her eyes widened and she dropped her gaze to the floor.

Victor didn't say a thing for a few seconds. But after those few noiseless moments, he hurried to the other end of the room where Blair was.

Blair stared up at him hopelessly, then said nervously, "I mean…of course you can beat him…ha, ha…but he's still stronger than you…not that you're not strong…and I'm going to stop talking…" her voice trailed off tensely.

Victor glanced at her curiously, a smirk toying around his lips. "How old are you, kid?" he asked calmly.

"Uh…thirteen…" Blair mumbled, shuffling her feet uncomfortably. "Actually…my birthday's next week…I'll be fourteen…." Blair eyed him optimistically. "I'd really like to celebrate that birthday," she said, swallowing hard.

Victor cocked one eyebrow interestedly. "I hate it how everyone thinks I'm going to kill them," he said coolly, suppressing a grim smile.

"Oh, so you're not going to kill me?" Blair said hopefully, her eyes brightening.

"No," Victor clarified, "I am. I was just saying. If they already know I'm going to kill them…well, it doesn't come as big as a shock to them when I attack…."

Blair frowned at him, terrified, and stammered, "Oh…okay…so s-since you're going to kill me—um—actually, Logan is stronger than you. He could beat you in anything, oh yeah, and you're still an asshole." Blair had finished her sentence with a weakly confident tone of voice.

Victor's eyes had narrowed into slits by this point, and he growled, "Well, you're a bitch." His nails lengthened themselves incredibly and he said, "So, any last words?"

Blair, her hands trembling by now, croaked, "D-duck."

Victor shot Blair a look that questioned her sanity. "Duck?" he repeated, "what the hell does that—?"

Logan had regained himself from the other end of the room and launched himself at Victor with an attempt to slice his head clean off. However, his claws missed by only an inch, and, although they didn't knock Victor's head off his shoulders, they did leave three nasty, deep cuts on the back of his neck. Crimson blood began to seep out of the slashes.

"That's it, Jimmy," Victor snarled, beginning to lose patience. "We're finishing this now." He turned quickly away from Blair, leaving her trembling on the floor, and faced his rage-filled brother.

"Fine by me," Logan agreed immediately. "Get ready to die, Victor."

"I'm ready when you are, brother," Victor said quietly.

Blair turned her head away as Logan and Victor attacked each other. She was sick of watching them fight so aimlessly. If Logan killed Victor, what would it really accomplish? It wouldn't bring Kayla back…. And if Victor killed Logan…well, Blair didn't exactly know what he would gain.

Gambit and Danny running into the room as Blair got to her feet. Gambit looked incredibly anxious, and Danny still looked concerned.

"Blair…I'm sorry I left…look at your shoulders…I didn't think that—"

"Gambit, shut up and go help Logan!" Blair interrupted sternly.

"Right, right," Gambit said quickly, rushing over to assist Logan.

Danny gripped Blair by the arm when Gambit went to help Logan. "Hey, are your shoulders okay?"

Blair shook her head slowly. "They sting," she said quietly, "but I'm all right, really. We need to get out of here."

"No, you need to get out of here. I need to help," Danny clarified.

"Dan!" Blair exclaimed. "You don't stand a chance. All you can do is become invisible—you can't…fight…" she said carefully.

"Yes, I can!" Danny replied, seemingly offended. "I can fight! But you can't."

"Well then, I can fight just as much as you can!" Blair hissed.

"NO!" Danny shouted. "Blair, just go wait outside in the hall…please…Gambit, Logan, and I will fight the…uh…whatever the other guy's name is," he promised.

"Victor," Blair mumbled.

"Right, we'll fight Victor off," Danny corrected, smiling promisingly.

"I don't—I don't want you to get hurt," Blair mumbled, blushing furiously and dropping her eyes to the floor.

"Hey," Danny said calmly, tilting Blair's chin up so she would look at him, "I won't get hurt."

And then he kissed her.

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