A/N: Welcome, everyone! The last five chapters have been slightly edited so if you want to check those out, then great. You know the drill. If there are still any grammatical errors and/or continuation errors please let me know. So, anyways, in this chapter we get to find out Ravyn's real name. So I'm excited on the feedback for that. I have made a decision on the end of this story: It will not be a happy ending, but it will open many doors for a sequel, if you are up for it. Anyways, enjoy Chapter 15...

Disclaimer: So... I was told to write one of these. I do not own X-men: Evo. I am not that awesome.

15.

The re-entry out of the teleportation was bad. Kurt didn't know where they were; hence he didn't know where he could teleport. He didn't have his full ability back, so he prayed that his teleporting would take them far away from the experimentation facility.

As soon as he exited the safety of his teleportation, he felt himself falling. Ravyn's hand was jostled out of his grasp as they fell. Before he had time to teleport again, his back hit a rock. He felt his spine erupt in pain as stars burst across his vision.

Ravyn, on the other hand, landed on a soft pile of snow and rolled onto her back. Even though she was still dizzy from the teleporting and her mind was still echoing Jimmy's promise, she noticed that she was sliding across the ground. Her eyes reluctantly flickered open.

It was snowing pretty hard and within five seconds, she was shivering. The piercing, howling wind also bit through her thin shirt and the fact that her organs were still frozen by the dart didn't make her feel any warmer. She sat up and looked down. She was on a frozen river.

Ravyn wasn't far from the banks of the river, and stumbled off the ice. Putting her arms around her body to give her brain a sense of warmth, she looked around her. "Kurt!" she shouted, panicked.

Through the wind, she heard a groan. It sounded close. "Kurt!" she shouted again, more urgently. She felt her limbs growing numb. Through the fast-falling snow, she caught a glimpse of an indigo figure. "Kurt," she gasped out, reaching his body. She tried to help him up, but he groaned in protest. Feeling around him, she found that he had landed on a partially snow-covered rock. She tried to heal him, despite her frozen insides reminding her that her power was temporarily stripped from her.

"Kurt, we've got to go back! I left him. He's back there," Ravyn said in a half-crazed rant.

Kurt shook his head and struggled to stand up. He was pale, and Ravyn could read from his facial expression that every slight move he made hurt him. He couldn't teleport her back. He didn't even know where 'back' was. "Oh god… I'm sorry, Jimmy," Ravyn whispered. She strained her eyes to look around her, and finally noticed two large rocks off to the side. They had a small gap between them. The wind blew Ravyn's long and tangled hair into her eyes and mouth as she helped Kurt between the rocks. The position of the rocks shielded the two mutants from most of the wind, but not from the cold. Ravyn was beginning to have trouble moving her fingers and arms. She leant Kurt against one of the tall rocks. "You hurt?" She asked. She knew the answer, but she needed to keep him alert.

"Yeah, my back."

Ravyn hated herself for getting shot by the dart gun. "Promise me you won't teleport."

"What?"

"Just do it, Kurt!" Ravyn shouted, exasperated. She forced her fingers to move, but it did nothing to help the paralysis that she felt in them.

"Fine. I promise."

"Good. Stay here. I'll get help."

She turned to leave, but Kurt grabbed her arm. His touch hurt her frost bitten arm. "Wait, Ravyn." He wasn't going to argue with her. She always got her way, one way or another, but he had a plan. He was going to beg her to stay.

What she said next shocked him. She wriggled out of his grasp and looked him straight in the eye. "It's Lillian." Smoke came out of her mouth in quick gasps. The name sounded foreign coming from her mouth.

Kurt was temporarily shocked. Lillian? No, it couldn't be. It sounded too gentle, too feminine to match the hardheaded assassin that stood in front of him. "Lillian?" he asked, dumbstruck.

"Someone should know."

She prepared to leave, but Kurt pulled her into his warm body, embracing her like he did when they had first met. Slowly, Ravyn's hands rose to his back. She knew that he was freezing, but his body was a lot warmer than hers. She sank into his embrace, feeling the irrational sense of security she always had in his arms. She felt his muscles tighten against her. He was going to teleport again. "Wait, Kurt-No-!" Her scream was cut off by the gunshot sound of his teleportation.

The X-men stared silently at the television screen. Confined within the screen was a horrific picture of a destroyed town. Debris was everywhere, and singed papers flew around. The cameras closed in on a closet door with blood seeping out from behind it. The reporter spoke as the camera switched to a picture of a completely destroyed building, the frame barely holding itself up above a pile of cement rubble. The headline flashed at the top of the screen: Angry Mutants Destroy Town.

The cameras switched from broadcasting the broken town of Canton to a courtroom, filled with angry politicians. There was barely any order, and the politicians kept yelling and waving their arms at the only two mutants in the room. Everyone could see that Storm was shocked at what they were shouting, while Beast stared across the room blankly.

Kitty was a mess. For a day and a half she cried herself to sleep. She had lost her best friend. She had forced herself to watch the television to see if she could catch a glimpse of his body as he was carted away. Now, she sat, feeling numb and useless, having cried out all the tears in her body. Evan sat beside her, his arm around her shoulder. He had given up trying to comfort her. He, too, had lost friends. Kurt was his first friend when he came to the institute and Ravyn was his last. He wished he could rewind time to tell her how he really felt about her. He felt a dull ache in his chest as it plunged to his stomach. Rogue was also in tears, which she quickly would wipe away with her gloved hand. She never knew how much Kurt had meant to her as a brother until he was gone, and she knew that she would never see him again.

Scott and Jean sat apart from the rest of their comrades, ashamed. Every building, every destroyed house shown on the screen was their fault. They both felt guilty and blamed themselves for the loss of Ravyn and Kurt. They had been in the institute for much longer than their companions, Logan included. They trained longer than anybody on self-control, yet, when the time called for it, they were the first to let their feelings get the better of them. Scott remembered the conversation he had with Ravyn. He couldn't believe that he had scolded her on suggesting that they start a war when, in reality, he singlehandedly succeeded in doing it. He pulled Jean closer to him, the only person who he knew didn't hate him.

Logan hadn't slept in days. He and the professor stayed up for hours at night, trying to find Kurt and Ravyn using Cerebro. No matter how hard they both tried, they weren't even able to pick up the slightest repercussion of either ability. It was as if they had both sunk into the ground and ceased to exist. The fact that he was the leader of the team and, that under his watch, two teammates were taken, took its toll on Logan's body and mind. Stepping up to the television, he slashed through it with one, precise slice. Sparks flew as the box died. Logan straightened himself up and walked, stiff-limbed out of the room.

The professor was the only one who refused to watch the television. Instead, he spent all his time in his study. He knew what his x-men did and he didn't need to see it publicized and ridiculed. Like Logan, he hadn't slept in a while. His mind rushed through the possibilities of the fate of Ravyn and Kurt. Each led back to the same conclusion: they were dead. The professor moved Kurt's bloodied scapular to the side of his desk and rested his head where it once laid. No sooner had he placed his cheek against the cool wood of his desk, he heard the sound of metal bending behind him. He turned just in time to see the large metal braces on the window pop out of place and a man appear where they once were.

He wore thick red armor across his chest. The same material also appeared around both his wrists. Underneath the armor was a tight black space suit, made of the same material as the x-men's uniforms. Across his shoulders was a long purple cape what grazed the back of his black shoes. Most recognizable was the silver-lined red helmet he wore at all times, which prevented the Professor from seeing into his mind.

"Hello, Charles," he said. The Professor felt his chair move gently around, guided as if it were drawn to a magnet.

"Erik," Charles greeted.

Silence fell upon the two, both waiting for the other to speak.

"Why are you here, Erik?"

"Is it unusual for two old friends to meet?"

"Only when the two friends haven't seen or heard from each other except in war."

Erik reached up and removed his helmet, revealing his thick white hair and narrow brown eyes. "I came here to congratulate you. You did what I could not, and I was hoping that we could now combine our forces-"

"I did not start a war," Charles stated.

"Yet America is stocking up on guns. Scientists are furiously experimenting on mutants to find what makes us… and what disables us. I come to you with an offer to join me, just like before. We could rule the new world."

"It won't be like before. 'Before' we worked with them, not against them."

"Charles-"

"No, Erik."

Darkness fell over Erik's face. "It's Magneto now." He was turning to leave when he caught sight of Kurt's scapular. "I'm sorry for your loss. It's a pity he will not be avenged."

The Professor heard the metal beams snap in place, signaling the exit of his closest friend and worst enemy.

Instead of hitting snow, Ravyn's back hit asphalt. She was dragged across the asphalt from the force of the clumsy teleportation. Ignoring the cold burn she felt across her back, she stumbled to her feet.

She glanced around. Buildings surrounded her on two sides, blocking out some of the wind but not the driving snow. She peered around her and was able to make out poor, small apartment buildings made out of bricks and a broken-down consignment shop. Something clicked in the back of her brain. She knew where they were.

She heard a sound behind her and turned. "Kurt!" She raced towards him, a triumphant expression on her face. She could tell he was in great pain, even though he tried to hide it behind a mask of curiosity. "I know where we are. C'mon!" She dragged him towards the consignment shop.

Ravyn came to a sudden stop at the large store window. Her body felt as if it was on fire, a familiar sensation. Snowflakes rapidly melted off her bare skin. She smiled. Without warning, she raised her clenched hands and smashed them into the window. The glass cracked, but didn't cave in. Alarm bells rang.

"Ravyn, No!" Kurt shouted, trying to grab hold of her. She evaded his arms and threw herself at the window. She felt the glass crack against her and cave in. Glass flew everywhere.

Kurt saw her get up, her scars received from the glass healing up rapidly. She pulled him in. "We have five minutes. Get a coat."

The consignment shop wasn't large, but contained many racks of clothing. Ravyn and Kurt stumbled in the dark. Ravyn found a rack full of coats and grabbed one. She knew the map of the consignment store better than coat and stumbled to the place she knew she would find boots. Picking one two sizes too big for her, she headed out.

"Get your hands up!" A voice screamed. The room lit up with flashing red and white light. A police car seemingly appeared out of nowhere in front of the shop. The male cop held out his gun threateningly. Ravyn tried to shield her face from the light with her hand. Kurt ducked behind racks of clothes, unseen.

Ravyn put her hands up, her eyes not betraying Kurt's hiding spot. It was better that she be spotted and arrested than him being seen by a human in his demonic form. The cop entered the shop and eyed her suspiciously, the aim of his gun never leaving her body. The alarms still rang, giving Ravyn a slight headache. She noticed that, although the cop had a pager, he wasn't calling for any backup, nor was he updating headquarters on his actions.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, calmly, circling her. Ravyn kept her hands in the air, waiting for him to handcuff her.

"I went for a walk." She rolled her eyes at him. She glanced over to where she knew Kurt was, but saw no trace of him.

"So you're that kind of runaway?"

Ravyn felt her arms being pulled down behind her and heard the handcuffs click into place. Where was Kurt? He had many chances to jump the guy.

"Stand against the counter," the cop commanded. Ravyn silently obeyed, taking note that his gun was aimed to kill her. He shined his flashlight into her eyes, blinding her. For a while he just stared at her in the obviously stolen, baggy coat and shoes, before he switched off his flashlight. The sudden transition from brightness to darkness caused Ravyn temporary night blindness. Her senses sharpened and the sound of the alarms sounded a little bit louder, as if warning her.

Before she knew it, Ravyn felt the cop's body around her, forcing her onto the counter. His lips roughly pressed against hers and his hands wandered roughly over her body. Ravyn was frozen in shock, and began to struggle tactlessly. She tried to scream but it was muffled by the cop's large, greasy hand.

"I wouldn't do that, honey." Ravyn felt the gun press lightly against her temple. As soon as the cool metal touched her skin, the man was jerked back. The cop flew across the area of the room before hitting the wall. Kurt stood in front of her, protectively, his breathing heavy and erratic. She could feel his anger filling the room. Kurt charged, eyes blinded by anger, at his opponent, just as Ravyn hit the floor. A confused shout reached her ears before the shots rang out, the smell of sulfur becoming apparent. Ravyn curled herself up and placed her foot on the handcuffs between her wrists. With one swift kick, the chain was undone. She could hear the scuffle in front of her and jumped into the fray. She landed between the fighting men. Her hands latched upon both of their wrists and closed her eyes.

It was a peculiar feeling. Ravyn felt pain start from her fingertips touching Kurt's fur. The pain was extreme, and Ravyn wondered how long Kurt was carrying painful wounds on his body. The wave of pain climbed her arm and reached her back, which arched grotesquely as she heard something snap. Her head became numb as the pain continued its journey up her other arm and finally, to the hand which desperately clung to the cop's wrist. Her muscles seemed to all tighten to their extent before all simultaneously relaxing, their energy taken from them.

The cop suddenly collapsed to the floor, writhing in pain, his spine twisted into an ugly shape. His hands flew to his wounded back where both Kurt and Ravyn knew numerous scars were growing. He howled in pain, his voice meshing with the alarms. Kurt pulled Ravyn away from the cop before helping her up. Ravyn clutched him like a scared child desperately hanging on to the one person who could make her feel safe. She swallowed past the lump in her throat. She was a veteran at keeping the unshed tears deep inside her.

Ravyn broke the embrace to pick up the cop's gun. She aimed it professionally at the spot on the man's body that would give him a slow and painful death and pulled the trigger. Kurt didn't stop her. Another set of red and blue lights flashed outside the convenience store. Half dazed, she allowed herself to lean heavily on Kurt as he led her outside through the back door.