Prystine Conditions
By: ChubbiesRule24
Rated: T
Genre: Adventure/Drama
A/N: Hey, it's me. I hope you enjoy my fic. It is set after the Apocalypse thing.
Now, that we've got that out of the way. On with the show!
Chapter 1: Buried
The chilled air stroked her cheek, numbing the teenager's face as it grew colder underneath the night snow. Nobody knew she was there. Nobody cared. A strangled sob escaped into the white blanket that was crushing her against the earth. Lacole felt her body relax, surrendering to the darkness that engulfed it…
"Some piece of shit died out here, Storm." Logan growled, retracting his claws from the ground. "It was probably a rabbit or something". The white-haired weather witch sighed in relief. "Thank-you Goddess, the child is still alive." Glazed eyes me Logan's gaze as Storm stretched out her arms toward the sky. A title wave of snow was suddenly thrown back into Wolverine, knocking the mutant senseless. "ORORO!" Storm chuckled. She loved seeing Logan pissed off. Blue eagle eyes drunk in every detail of the forest, scanning it until they found what they were looking for.
"She's over here. Hurry up, Logan." A hooded figure that was dressed in a beige parka, green turtle neck sweater, and some blue jeans lay unconscious beneath a pair of twin oak trees. Tangled strands of black hair hung loosely over her forehead. 'She looks dead' Logan thought, giving the girl's gloved hand a swift, but gentle kick.
"Logan!" Storm yelled, slightly frustrated. "I'm just making sure that Chuck didn't make me miss my nine o' clock cigar for nothing." Logan replied quickly, "Is Charles sure that this kid is like us?"
Storm nodded as she said "Yes, Lacole Shay is a mutant. She's the same seventeen-year-old African-American girl that cerebro located. Maybe she just got detected early." Logan growled. Deep down he wanted to believe that what Storm said was the truth. Maybe her powers hadn't fully kicked in… or the kid probably wasn't a mutant at all.
Logan's trust of the whole human race had evaporated ever since Kelly had won the election. That a-hole. "Come on, let's hurry back before I freeze my ass off." He muttered, throwing the new recruit over his shoulder. Storm was about to follow him until she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. "Logan, we've got company." Too late. The mutant torpedoed into her friend's chest like a freight train, causing the nauseating sound of metal hitting bone to echo through the air. Storm winced. Colossus had spent hours looking for them. Pain and bitterness had driven him to the brink of insanity for the past few days. He felt no remorse for what he was about to do. No mercy. 'I'll make them pay for what they've done.' "W-What's the big idea, tin can?" Logan gasped, facing the person who had just broken half of his ribs. The metallic mutant growled. Silence.
Ororo's face resembled that of a deer trapped in the headlights. Sudden realization for the reason that drove Ptior's fury. "Did Rogue, Cyclops, and Beast rescue your sister?" "No!" The Russian mutant roared, "Magneto killed her. Are you satisfied?" "Holy shit." Logan muttered. Erik Lensherr had captured Ptior's sibling, using her as a bargaining chip to force him to work for The Alcolytes. The X-men swore that they would liberate her. It hurt Ororo's to know that they had failed.
"Listen, bub. We had nothing to do with killing your sister. Anyway, Magneto- "Don't lie. All of you have blood on your hands. Do you know what it is like to see bullets tear through someone that you care for?" Ptior paused for breath. Never did he let the rage that burned in his eyes die. "I would have rather been enslaved to Magneto for an eternity. Now my sister's death gives me no reason to live." Logan grunted. Even with his healing factor as a secret weapon he knew that nobody could defeat Colossus. Not in his present state. Anger could fuel a person in a way that no x-gene could. Animalistic anger had kept Logan alive plenty of times. It had also betrayed him, turning the tables as it provoked the beast that was locked inside.
Storm studied the sky with the same glazed expression that she had had earlier. Lighting split the trees, stabbing the armored Alcolyte with enough force to kill a non-mutant. Logan found his chance. Quickly hurling himself up from the ground, claws extended as the trio of knives were ready to rip Ptior in half.
Well, if you want more. Then please r&r.