"It's been called a number of things throughout the years" the white haired male replied, apparently bored enough to indulge her in conversation, "It was once the site of the west's strongest tribe, they lived and thrived here until their inhabitants began going mad and they all killed each other or ran off. Then the Europeans came and thought it would be a great place to settle down. They too, for a time, made great wealth in this land. They too began losing their minds over time but they were more stubborn than the tribe had been and they fought to keep the city strong, despite the growing insanity. Eventually they had to abandon it to the lunatics and it became the city of the lost. There's something about this place, that alters the mind, it infects you and those who are too sensitive to such things, like Horatio, can't handle the strain."

"...Gotham?" She asked softly. 'Horatio...Horatio...It's a trap but I need your help...Please...Please save me..' She thought.

He smiled, "yes, I believe it was called that for a time." Suddenly there was a cry from upstairs and the white haired male looked up, "Hm, finally awake" he turned to walk up the stairs with a smirk on his face.

There was someone else here? But who did he have here? Not Horatio of course... what poor soul did he have here as well. She didn't think too much in it. She was pretty useless at the moment. 'Horatio, please! S.O Freaking S! Bring a freaking army! Anything just help me- us.' She didn't know who the other person was but if they were being held by Diablo, then they were a friend of hers.

A few screams could be heard from the floor above, belonging to a woman. After a moment however there was silence again although the white haired Diablo did not come back downstairs.

She forced herself to her feet and toward the stairs, what was he doing to this woman. She had to stop him. Was she hurt? She didn;t know all she knew is her feet were carrying her up and up and through the door at the top.

The house upstairs looked like it was barely standing, it was old and decrepit. The white Diablo was kneeling next to a woman who appeared partly Asian and she looked absolutely terrified as he whispered in her ear.

Suddenly blades sliced through the door and it burst from it's hinges as the wolverine kicked it out of it's frame, "Alright Bub, lets-Itsu?" he froze in place, staring at the woman next to Diablo. His claws sheathed almost instantly and a strange look came across his face.

The woman turned her gaze to the wolverine and she too stared, "Logan-san?" she questioned in disbelief.

Ciara was about to tell him to leave her alone when the claws startled her. But when he sheathed his claws, she looked on in confusion. Who was this woman?

"What is going on here?" Horatio demanded as he entered from behind Logan, "Max, what have you done?!"

"I found your mother Horatio" the white devil smirked, "what a family reunion, I see you brought daddy to. Come any closer and I'll slit her throat" his voice dropped to a deadly hiss as he pressed a blade against Itsu's throat.

"NO!" Logan shouted, reaching out but not daring to step closer, his eyes glanced briefly to Ciara and he waved for her to come over, "Ciara, get behind me" he ordered, "get out and run."

She felt her heart sink when Max/ Diablo or whatever he was calling himself said those words... I found your mother. Logan's wife... His love.

Logan didn't have to tell her twice. All she wanted to do was to go into his arms, have him tell her the horrors she'd seen were a dream. That everything would be ok. But it couldn't... not now. Diablo was truly a demon. Ciara looked at Logan in the eye. The look he gave her... that wasn't a look he ever gave her.

She brushed passed Horatio, "Congrads, Time Bug..." One big happy family. She ran down the stairs, tears streaming from her eyes. She felt sick to her stomach but she kept moving. This had to be a bad dream... A nightmare...

"Ciara?" Horatio turned his head in her direction, "what?" but she was gone before he could understand what was happening.

She ran until her feet gave out and she sat upon a grassy hill. Her blood stained clothes blowing in the breeze. "Just take me away from here..." She whispered to herself. She'd cried herself out, her knees to her chest.

Clearly this was somewhere in the future, for Gotham had surely been abandoned for at least a century or two. The plants had grown over a lot of the half-destroyed buildings and the park had grown wild.
While Horatio and Logan struggled to deal with the white haired demon, Ciara was unfortunately left on her own for awhile. After a bit of silence, there was some rustling nearby and a man with wild purple eyes poked his head out of a bush. He snapped his attention towards Ciara and grinned a sharp-toothed grin at her, "pretty pretty, yummy yummy" he hissed as he began to crawl forward.

Ciara sensed the man's presence and her skin began to glow. With a faint wipe of her hand the water left the grass around her and form a decently good sized dragon.

"AHHHHhhHHH!" She boomed, her voice cracking, the dragon looking like it was roaring at the man. She wanted to be left alone.

The insane man screamed and fled on all fours, leaving Ciara alone again. A few hours passed without event, although it looked like there was a storm brewing overhead. The clouds were looking a greenish blue color and lightning crackled from one part of the sky to another.

Ciara used the water to remove some of the blood off her clothes and body, then returned the water back into the ground. She sighed, getting up.

They were taking awhile... Maybe they were in trouble. She turned to head back to the castle...

((It's not a castle, just another old building in Gotham, kind of small actually))

The air was silent, deadly silent, and the window blew the smell of an oncoming storm. The clouds were circling slowly right around their area.

((Oh. I must have been mixing up the castle she was transported to and the place she's in.))

Ciara noticed the clouds and their strange formation and hurried back to the ruin. Whatever those clouds were... she didn't like them. "Horatio?" She called, which sounded more like a low hiss. Her throat really wasn't doing very well.

It began to rain as Ciara approached the house. There were numerous bodies laying across the ground, clearly some of the insane members of the abandoned city had attempted to join the party. There was no immediate sign of Logan although his line of carnage was clear to see. Following along the path Ciara came to what had once been a main roadway but now it merely a large clearing. On one side there was Logan, skewered straight through on some twisted metal and apparently unconscious/temporarily dead from the blow. Not far from the Wolverine, Horatio knelt over his mother. She didn't look like she was moving and neither did he for a moment. Hearing footsteps the time mutant raised his head in Ciara's direction. "Max" his voice was a hoarse whisper filled with anger. The rain poured down his face and across his eyes as they began to glow golden. The lightning snapped above as though revolting against Horatio's attempt at using his powers, "I will end you"
The ground trembled and a sharp crack split from Horatio to Ciara's feet.

Ciara looked on. Oh gods, was she?... She should never have left. She should have held her feelings in and give aid to the time mutant. She was so obessed with what Horatio's mother appearing meant to her that she completely forgot about his mother actually being in danger. Or maybe she did... She didn't know...

"Horatio!" She coughed, moving over to him. "What's happened?"

Horatio startled, "Ciara? I thought you were-RUN!" he yelled suddenly, but it was too late.

A hand snaked around Ciara's throat from behind, "Move and die" hissed the voice of the white haired man in her ear.

"Get the hell away from her Max!" Horatio stumbled to his feet, he'd clearly seen better days.

"Where should I send her Horatio? My, it could be anywhere and she'll be dead by the time you can find her" Max coughed, he too had seen better days and there was blood on his teeth.

"Can't you see we're killing each other?!" Horatio yelled at him, "Why can't you leave everyone else alone and just take me down with you? That's what you want isn't it?"

Max laughed, "No my dear comrade in time. I want to see your world burn with you."

She gasped, her hands quickly grabbing onto the arm that went with the hand of death. He held her up, forcing her to tilt her head and stretch her neck outward, hence the hands on his arm, not to try to escape but to stabilize herself.

Her freckles glowed even before he grabbed her. This man... She couldn't let him use her as a shield. Or any means of hurting Horatio. She rammed her heel into his foot, starting a set of moves that would cause him to let her go. Hopefully the pain would be enough of a distraction that she'd be able to free herself before he was able to stop time.

Max yelped and quickly kicked her away from him, "Bitch! I'll have you rot in the radiation of world war six for that!" he snapped at her angrily as he coughed up more blood.

"Ciara" Horatio called to her, "You have to get out of this city. I don't think this area can take any more pressure"

"Pressure? What are you talking about? I'm not leaving you or Logan!"

"I don't have time to explain" Horatio yelled at her, "Grab Logan and get OUT"

"And have her abandon you?" Max cooed mockingly, "Horatio, how cruel. Let her stay and fight, it's what she wants"

"It's what YOU want" Horatio snapped at his nemesis, "you'd love to see her erased from time, wouldn't you? To see how different the world would be if I didn't have someone to ground me?"

"No, you've always had someone to ground you" Max retorted, "Me. Back at school, every time mutant needs someone and they paired you with ME. But no, you abandoned me, you left me with no one to turn to. The others let you go, they'd done their part, they made you my problem and were done with it."