HEY, EVERYBODY! This is a short chapter. Something I whipped up. Read and Review please! Tell me what you think!

Victor looked out the window, looking into the yard, not seeing Vincent. He frowned a little. He had been out there for nearly five hours and Victor was getting worried. It wasn't like him to stay out that long. He sighed a little and took a swig of his beer. Logan looked at him from the island where he sat with the newspaper.

"I'm sure that he's fine, Vic," he said. "He's a teenager. They like to stay out for hours on end."

Victor nodded. "I know, but I just have a feelin' that somethin's not right. Somethin' feels off. I don't smell him anymore."

Logan got up from the stool he was sitting on and walked to him. He looked out the window. The moon shone on everything, lighting up the yard. He looked to his brother. "Maybe he;s out in the forest," he suggested.

"Maybe. Or maybe somethin' bad's happened."

Logan took another look into the yard and frowned a little. "Want to go have a look?"

Victor nodded, putting his beer aside and went out the kitchen back door. Logan followed his older brother and soon the search began. They both called his name and hunted all over. Logan had slightly better senses than his brother and walked to a tree trunk. The ground showed that something or someone was recently there. Most likely Vincent. But another scent caught his nose and it didn't belong to anyone at the school. His eyes narrowed as he smelled a familiar scent. A growl rumbled in his throat.

"Did ya find anythin'?" Victor walked to him and frowned. "Jim?"

Logan stood up and looked at Victor. "Stryker took him. His scent is all over the place here."

"What?" was all Victor said as he leaned against a tree, staring at the ground. "He took him. He fuckin' took him!" He suddenly punched the wall, snarling in anger.

"Easy, Vic, we'll get him back." He put a hand on his brother's shoulder.

"He has him! The son of a bitch has my son! My cub!" His head hung a little. "God, what if he does somethin' to him? Experiments on him!"

"That won't happen because we are gonna get him back," Logan said. "But we need some help first."

Victor nodded.

Logan led him away to Charles.

Vincent came to. His eyes opened and everything hurt. His head pounded badly. He sat up, but found himself shackled to the wall. He tried moving, but found it hard to. He growled in frustration and wondered where he was. He heard the door to the cell he was in open and he saw a man. He looked like someone he knew.

"Welcome, Vincent."

"How do you know my name?" he snarled

"My dear boy, I know everything about you," he chuckled darkly as he walked in. "And now, I will learn even more about you."

Some guards walked in and grabbed Vincent. They took him away to an experimental room where they would test his mutations. He struggled as he was strapped to an operating table. The room was not much at all. It looked as though it had been abandoned and poorly refurnished.

"He is so much like his father," the man said as he strapped on gloves.

"Who are you?" Vincent asked as he was being put to sleep for the testing.

"William Stryker."

That's the last thing he heard before his eyes closed and the darkness took over.