CHAPTER ONE: THE VOICE
Mawson, America highland, Antarctica.
2010, 25 metres below the surface.
"So why are we here again?" asked Rogue confused.
"Same reason they are" answered Storm nodding towards the scientists in thick furry coats. Wolverine looked out of the corner of his eye towards the ground while pulling a cigar from his brown leather jacket pocket.
"It looks cold" Iceboy butted in.
"Then you'll feel right at home" laughed wolverine with a smug look on his face "You still didn't answer Rogue's question!" he lit up his cigar and breathed in heavily.
"No, but hopefully she can" Storm continued looking deep in thought.
"She?" Iceboy pondered a bit on the comment.
"Who?" asked Rogue suddenly. It almost seemed Storm didn't hear Rogue or Iceboy's questions, but seemed more interested in landing the air craft safely.
"You've got to be kidding me?!" Kat squealed rising from her seat "You plan on landing this big rust bucket here?!"
Wolverine looked over to her confused "What else do you think we would come all the way out here for kid?!" he took a few puffs of his cigar blowing smoke about the craft leaving Kat coughing and waving her arms wildly in an attempt to clear the air. Suddenly he stopped, looked confused as though trying to listen to a softly spoken woman in the distance.
"A dark cloud hangs over head, filled with hate and despair.
Walking long a danger path in mind, my hair and skin still fair.
Looking long and far away, I yield to no faith.
Where could you be coming from, why do you seem so safe.
So why do you come for me, I only know my lies.
You seek what you can never find; this sure will be your demise.
Your adventures full of trails, of death to no end.
A path way of hatred, which no mortal could ever mend.
But lucky for your tortured soul, I am not all I seem.
Come closer my dear child, and you will soon see what I mean.
I am the twilight, which lingers round.
My voice you hear it, but to them no sound.
Your personality, I know to be quite tempered and sour.
But you will speak to me now, in this deadly twilight hour" then suddenly the young women's voice faded away as quickly as it had first appeared.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Wolverine yelled out at the top of his voice leaving the others looking at him confused.
"Who are you talking to Logan?" Storm questioned half dazed at his sudden outrage and confusion.
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