One review. Really? Gosh, you all hate me. ):

Review. REVIEW. Or I shall stop posting. BWAHAHAHA.

Okay, actually, I won't—but seriously, I update more usually than most authors—so shouldn't I get a few reviews? Eh? ;)

Still love you guys anyway, though. :3

Question:

What is your favorite number?

That was THE only thing I could come up with. I'm sorry it's so stupid. xD

My favorite number is twenty-eight. (:

-huggles-

Victor laughed in amusement, then smirked and replied, "Nope." His nails grew longer than Blair had ever seen them grow before, and he stepped towards her.

So, naturally, she ran.

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It was painful to run at all—so running as fast as Blair could was an extreme challenge. Wind whipped against the wound on her arm, causing it to sting—and tree branches slapped her in the face as she retreated from Victor.

However, Victor was close behind. Very close behind. Blair didn't even know why she was running—she'd be caught. Her heart was thumping rapidly in her aching chest as she sucked in quick breaths of air every second.

However, no matter how fast Blair seemed to run, she still felt Victor's nails brush the back of her neck. Panicking, Blair held back a scream of horror and sped up—before tripping over a tree root embedded into the ground and falling over, getting a mouthful of dirt.

"No, no, no," Blair groaned, struggling to get back on her feet.

But before she could, Victor gripped a chunk of her hair in his fist and pulled her off the ground before tossing her into a thicket of bushes. Then, smiling as he did so, he put his foot on top of her stomach while she was lying painfully on the ground—forbidding her from getting back up.

Blair's face was petrified with fear. Tears were beginning to rush to her mud brown eyes as she stared helplessly up at Victor, not even attempting to get back on her feet.

"Have anything to say?" Victor taunted, kneeling down next to Blair's trembling body with his teeth bared and his nails grown to their fullest potential.

"Er…" Blair stammered, "please…don't…kill…me? I g-guess that would be the right thing to say…."

Victor stared at her; amused; resisting the urge to laugh. Blair didn't find anything amusing about the current situation—but how many fourteen-year-old girls would be able to see into the mind of a proud killer? Surely not a sane one.

A thought struck Blair as she stared up at Victor, her eyes pleading—she should've touched Gambit or Logan before she'd run off. Then she wouldn't be powerless…she'd at least have a fighting chance…. Logan had been right when he'd first met her; her power was useless. She remembered that day as if it had been only an hour ago. She wished it was that day…then she wouldn't be about to die. But she couldn't bring herself the regret the decision she had made to go against John's word and follow him and Logan; she'd met up with Danny again, and Logan…he seemed to actually care about her. It was all worth getting murdered at the end—she just wished it had ended on a better note. What was going to happen to Danny, Gambit, and Logan? Would they be taken to the island? Would they die? She prayed they wouldn't—but, sadly, she had no way of helping them out now.

Blair, sweating bullets, dropped all her hurtful thoughts and glanced up at Victor who was still smiling pleasantly.

"Hmm…I'm not sure what to say," he admitted. "Normally I kill my victims right away—but you're younger—so I thought it would be nice to harass you for a bit to spare a few more minutes of your life—but I don't have any idea what to say…"

"You could say…er…," she hesitated and made her voice huskier, "'You know what? I've decided not to kill you. Especially since it's your birthday.'"

"Yeah…," Victor hummed, "I could, but I won't. And I honestly don't give a shit what day it is. I could say happy birthday if you'd like, though," he replied happily, grinning.

"Fine," Blair muttered hopelessly.

Victor's smirk widened. He raised his clawed hand up above Blair and said eagerly, "Happy fourteenth birthday, Blair."

Blair's eyes widened and her face paled out even more. She raised her hands up instinctively to shield her face and squealed desperately, "No—please—don't—I'm begging—I'll do anything—please!"

Surprisingly, Blair's begging seemed to work. Victor stared at her curiously, dropped his hand to his side, smirked, and said, "Anything?"

Blair, realizing that she might indeed be given a chance to live, nodded frantically and said, "Yeah, anything…anything you want…."

"Well, in that case," said Victor, smirking manically. "Maybe I will let you live—but on one condition. And I never spare the people I'm going to kill, so you're lucky."

"O…okay…" Blair stammered. "What d-do you want?"

[With Emma]

Emma giggled shrilly as she dragged Danny to the car. "Now sit tight and keep your mouth shut, kid. When Victor comes back we'll go to the island and you can be suited up and comfortably experimented on, all right?"

Danny was busy staring in the direction Blair had run. He wanted to believe she would come walking back out of the trees. He wanted to believe she was heading towards the car right now. But he couldn't truly believe it. He doubted anyone had ever made it past Victor alive—and considering she had a few times before, there wasn't the slightest chance she would now. Logan wasn't there to help her, and neither was Gambit, and he obviously couldn't assist her at the moment—not to mention that she was powerless. Victor probably had her pushed up against some tree right now—his claws at her throat…. She was probably crying, begging him to let her go, and maybe she was even thinking of him right now.

Cringing at his hopeless thoughts, Danny kept his eyes focused on the woods—but then Emma interrupted his gaze.

"She's not coming back," she said, obviously pleased. "Victor's probably ripping her to pieces as we speak. Poor, poor girl…" she explained gleefully, cackling madly.

Danny snorted disgustedly and said with false hope, "Blair's very good at getting herself out of…of sticky situations."

"She won't this time," Emma assured him happily, her eyes brightening. "She'll finally be out of my life. The little bitch…."

Danny's eyes glowered at Emma, all the anger growing from within himself. His face felt like it was on fire, and his eyes were glassy with tears of fury. "Don't. Call. Blair. A. Bitch," he snarled.

"I'll call that brat whatever I please," Emma hissed, still giggling with certain madness. "Wish I could be there to watch her die. But blood really isn't my thing…and the way Victor kills—well, there'll be blood all over." She cackled again before silencing herself and taking a seat in the drivers side of the car.

Danny, the tears of fury in his eyes overflowing, clenched his fists in anger and rage as he still stared at the woods. Emma began to speak again, but he completely blocked out her hideous words. Only one thought was booming in his ears right now, and it was a thought of pure pleading.

Blair—please escape….

This chapter is a bit short, but I suppose it's all right. :P

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