Hey everyone! I want to explain to everyone why I hadn't updated in so long. Okay, so there would have been an awesome, new chapter a few months back, and I thought I had posted the new chapter on the website, but turns out, I had forgot to add it, and I had just put it on Document Manager! And then, when I get back a while later, to update another chapter, it turns out that the chapter is DELETED! GRRR! I am e-stabbing fanfiction right now, ya know? And if I sound different, like in my levels of happiness, don't mention it. I know my life better now.

So I apologize greatly if the chapter is not up to par. I know that this is a poor excuse, but I just wanted you to know the circumstances. There were other problems (I'm sure you know if you read the previous authors note a few chapters back), but I think I'm working on solving them, and I'm also working on trying to realize myself. But, sorry again.

Well...I can't think of anything else to say, so lemme start :)

Kevin threw blows at Bellatrix, but she kept dancing around them with ease. With frustration, Kevin yelled, "Why don't you fight back, you little bitch? Stop standing there."

Bellatrix's smirk disappeared. "You filth! How dare you speak to me with your mutant tounge! You're a dirty half-breed, an insult to society. Your blood is muddy. We just might have to see how filthy it is," Bellatrix said, and she lifted her long, smooth arms. As soon as she did, slashes began appearing in Kevin's mutant body, and he howled, while falling to the floor. "Fuck you!" he screamed, trying to staunch the bleeding. Bellatrix wrinkled her nose.

"Disgusting. Your blood is as filthy as your father's. And your girlfriend's. I don't want it to dirty the area," she said, and with another wave, the bleeding immediately stopped, and the only trace that was left of the wounds was the fact that Kevin was in pain.

"You have made all the wrong moves today, mutant. And trust me, these will be some of the last moves that you make," Bellatrix whispered, smirking. She lifted both of her hands, and Kevin dropped down, howling in pain that could not be seen.

Jane peered at the fighting duo from behind the rubble. Her silvery blonde hair was caked with dirt and blood, and it fell in clumps down her back.

She watched as the boy, now turned into some kind of monster, fought with her aunt. She shuddered. Despite the fact that Bellatrix was her aunt, she was still wholly terrified by Bellatrix's presence.

As another one of the violent spells brought down a chunk of rubble from the wall, Jane backed away, hiding behind something a little more sturdy.

Her father had told her to get out of the building as soon as she could, and meet him in an abandoned phone-booth a few minutes away, which actually wasn't a phone booth. It was a teleporting device, designed to activate only once a year. The day it was supposed to activate this year was today, so Jane checked her watch. 1 more hour...

This is when she had to make her decision. This is the time when she had to decide whether to run, like her father, or stay, and be a hero.

She honestly didn't want the girl to die. Her father had commanded her to, so she had done it, fearing his and Bellatrix's wrath otherwise.

You damn coward.

She thought bitterly of all the times she had succumbed to her father's wishes purely because she didn't want to take a risk.

At this point, she could try and rescue the girl, and try to revive her. It had only been a few minutes since her death, and so there was still a chance for life. Maybe she had merely passed out from blood loss, not just died. Jane's eyes lit up. Yes! This was it! She could rescue the girl, and redeem her sins.

As soon as she realized the true entity of this situation, the spark faltered.

Her father would be angered, and she would have to face his wrath if she didn't succeed with absconding from the scene. She sat there for a minute, deliberating. Suddenly, she realized her abeyance.

You stupid girl! Stop sitting here! Go help the girl already!

Jane sighed with defeat. Her subconsciousness was right.

Jane cautiously crawled across the floor, hiding behind rubble, and aggrandizing each step. She didn't want to be caught.

She felt a sharp pain in her right palm. Lifting it up, she saw a piece of rock embedded in her skin, with blood and dirt caking it. Shit! She pried the rock out, and curled her hand up to her chest, alleviating the pain. She would have to get this properly cleaned and disinfected later.

Concentrate, concentrate. Don't let anything get in the way of your goal.

Carefully, she took a look at the fighting duo. The boy was putting up a good fight, but what the hell was he? He looked like an amalgam of different monsters, yet he didn't have a distinctive shape.

Sneaking past the fighting pair, she stumbled upon a pale hand, almost crawling over it. She had to stifle a scream, when she saw the maroon blood trailing down the arm, dripping off the middle finger.

She cautiously and silently moved some of the rubble away, to reveal the head of the girl. After shifting more of the rubble around, she lifted the girl up, and silently crawled to a safe distance.

She breathed a sigh of relief. She was out of seeing distance from her aunt now. Immediately, she hoisted the girl up onto her shoulders, and trudged into their emergency medical room. She made sure not to bump the girl against anything. Thank god she wasn't a gauche. All those dance and gymnastic lessons had benefitted.

Setting the girl down upon the white bed, she put on gloves, and got to work, disinfecting the wounds of the girl. She hooked the girl up to a respirator, and a heart monitor. After feeling the girl's pulse, she almost cried in relief. There was a pulse, weak, but nonetheless, a sign that it wasn't too late. She thanked her lucky stars, wherever they were, that she had enough medical knowledge to treat the girl. After hooking up multiple IV feeds, she finished up dressing the wounds.

Now, all she needed to do is wait. She checked her watch again. There was still a little more time to go to the safe house. Should she go? All she had to do was go to the place where the teleporter was located. It would be glowing bright pink. She would have to press the center button, and then life would be perfect.

No. She wasn't a coward.

She would stay and help. She would be brave. Just like her mother had been.

Her mother.

Jane immediately choked up, and tears started flowing freely down her cheeks. Her throat had a suffocating lump in it, and Jane furiously wiped at her cheeks and blew her nose in her sleeve. She had to stop thinking about this. Jane wiped away her tears, and thought about just everything else.

She checked the girl for the last time, and sighed in relief to see that the pulse was getting stronger. The girl would live. But would Jane? Her thoughts were swirling.

She collapsed into a chair, and fell asleep instantly, exhausted by the day. She only had one thought in her head as she slipped into unconsciousness.

Her mother was so fucking brave.

Julie bit her lip nervously, as Ben scanned the skies as Jetray, holding on to her with his claws. She was also watching the city, looking for explosions or suspicious activity. They had already checked the obvious places-Gwen's house, Kevin's garage, , and many of their other common hideouts. But there was no sign of the couple

Where the hell are they?

Julie didn't usually curse, out loud or in her head, so even the word hell conveyed enormous amounts of frustration for her, despite the common use of the word. She gritted her teeth. Why hadn't they found Gwen and Kevin yet? There was practically no trace of them.

She tried to think of the ways that her boyfriend usually located people. Most of the time, he relied on Gwen for locator spells. Other times...

"Hey Ben, did Kevin have his badge on him?"

Ben looked confused for a minute, and then his face morphed into deep thought, his eyebrows knitting together.

"I think so, he always has it," Ben replied slowly. "Why?"

Julie grinned. "Ben, the badges have locators on them, right?"

"Yeah, so? Why does that...Oh!" Ben's face lit up with understanding, and he grinned along with Julie. Pulling out his plumber's badge, he pressed the button, hoping that it would locate Kevin, who would most likely be with Gwen.

As soon as he pressed the button, a panoramic view of the city appeared in a small grid, red dots flashing wherever the nearest plumbers badges were. The one nearest to them was around a mile away.

Ben smiled. "Jules, I think we got them," he said. Holding Julie tighter, he began to pick up speed, securing himself on Kevin and Gwen's location at last.

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