A/N: Hi and welcome to the new version of Good and Evil! For those of you who may have read or reviewed the movie version, I realized that wasn't working for me and now it's an X-Men: Evolution version! I had recently got back into the cartoon again and thought this version would work better since this version is better known than the movie. My character stays the same from my other version, but my plot has deepened and changed. I really hope you all enjoy this beginning, there's PLENTY more where this came from! Enjoy!
NOTE: I don't own any little made up parts about Logan's past for any of that sort, since we don't know much about him anyway. I will add these tiny, original pieces for the second part of the story.
Chapter 1
The sudden sounds of the younger mutants storming up and down the halls to prepare for school slowly crept into Logan's ears as he covered his face deeper in his comfortable pillow. Shattering, female squeals and ranting and young boys chasing them and fighting for food or the bathroom finally made the irritable man get out of bed and get dressed.
'Why me?' he wondered impatiently as he opened the door.
Across the hall, he rolled his eyes to see the usual scenario of Kitty and Rogue fighting for the first one to use the bathroom and take forever, just to make the other one mad. Then, as expected, Kurt slowly closed the door, still half asleep and opened the door between the fighting girls and locked the doors, leaving the two bickering louder and more dangerous.
"Where can you find just a little piece and quiet around here?" he mumbled to himself as he entered the kitchen for the daily coffee, ignoring Scott and Jean having a quiet conversation at the table between orange juice and English muffins.
"Morning, Logan," Jean said as he past her.
"Yea, morning," Scott mimicked through an English muffin.
But Logan just gave them a blank look as he focused on the welcoming aroma of the fresh coffee and he soon became entangled in his own quiet world as he continued to sip his coffee.
"You don't seem like a morning person," Jean commented, seeing him slightly annoyed at her interruption.
"Yeah, with the children upstairs running and bickering? You got that right, red," Logan grumbled, mentally growling to himself as he glanced to see Kitty talking to Kurt as they entered to attack the fridge.
But their morning was suddenly penetrated by the sudden, annoying screeching of the phone on the back wall. Knowing everyone was too hungry to bother; Jean got up, looked at the I.D. panel with a strange look and answered it after the third ring.
"Xavier Institute," Jean stated simply.
"Can I speak to Logan?" a quiet voice asked on the other line.
"Uh-sure, just a sec," Jean replied, shocked of who would call Logan. "Hey Logan, a girl wants to talk to you."
Logan suddenly looked at the red haired psychic with sheer and rare confusion, wondering who all people, would want to speak with him? Since he no longer knew what kind of family or friends he had, he shook off his looked and grabbed the phone.
"Hello?" Logan asked briskly.
"I'm sorry to…disturb you…Uncle Logan, but I have no one else to turn to," the girl began, looking around her every few seconds.
"Who is this?" he demanded, his blood suddenly rising with the suspense.
"You don't remember your own niece, Melissa Harris? Mom was right then, you really didn't want to belong to the family anymore," the girl whispered, sounding hurt and angry by the low growl she could barely hear on the other end.
"Listen, I don't who you think you are, but I don't remember you and you don't want anything to do with you!" Logan yelled in the phone, slammed it back on the receiver and stormed out of the kitchen, ignoring the staring eyes that followed him out the door.
"What was that all about?" Kitty asked Jean, shocked.
"Ya man, who would talk to Logan anyway?" Kurt wondered.
"Well, the collar I.D. shows that it came from the Bayville Asylum," Jean said, wondering who the girl was. "But I guess she might be from Logan's family."
"Why didn't she call before after all this time?" Scott wondered.
"Anyway, if everyone's done, we're going to be late," Kitty reminded the group, and they all looked at the clock to see that time was ticking away faster than they thought and fled out the door with breakfast still in their mouths.
"Logan, something troubles you," Charles Xavier commented, running into the storming mutant in the main room of the mansion. "Care to talk about it?"
"Not now Charles," Logan grumbled, taking his time up the stairs back to his room to reflect on the previous situation.
"I see, perhaps later then," Xavier assured before wheeling down the hall.
Logan didn't bother responding to the professor's last line before he found the door to his room, opened to see the darkness welcome him. But he simply flipped the light on and sat on the bed, the situation playing in his head several times as if it were a message.
'Why, after all this time, that someone finally bothers to contact me? Why is she there of all people? Why is some of my memory returning, just because of her?' Logan's mind grew dizzy with all the unanswered, bizarre questions that never seemed to come back to him. Years had past since the experiment and, now of all times, after a phone call, that someone from his family decides to care and call him.
'What's going on?'
"Okay little lady, your time is up," the man in white snapped behind her.
"Yeah yeah, I'm not stupid!" she snapped, slamming the phone down.
"Careful, remember what that attitude gave you last time?" the man's friend said, appearing from the door and grinned.
'Yeah…I remember too well…white, puffy walls as far as my eyes could tolerate until you had your fun and dragged me by the hair back to my cell. Don't remind me if you want see the light of day,' the girl hissed mentally at the guards she despised since seeing their faces from the first time she was dumped here seven months ago.
"That's we thought, now back to your cell like a good girl."
"Yeah, what would your parents have to say about your behavior?"
At the moment, enough had tolerated of their behavior, and she finally felt her power surge through her as she finally let the beast from within have some fun.
'You guys asked for it,' the girl warned, smirking.
Taking no hesitation, she suddenly kicked at them, her kick smashing the first guys' jaw. They tried to grab her, but their large, muscular arms were too slow for her reflexes as she flipped back and her eyes suddenly glowed with power.
"Dish it but can't take it, boys?" she mocked.
They hissed in anger at her comeback and charged again, but she knew they were no match for her. Since her background had said she was a three time black belt in martial arts, they suddenly realized that they had to do something quick. She lased at them with swift kicks and punches, slamming her entire forearm and straight hand into their backs to momentarily stun them. She took another flip above them, feeling the current run fresh through her veins as she prepared for the strike.
Unknown to her until the very last moment, a hand grabbed her by the leg and she slammed down on the concrete floor, arms protecting her face. The next thing she knew, the usual needle, commonly filled with a sleeping medicine, stung her senses and she struggled against their hold.
"My my, you just don't know how to play nice, do you?" the man asked.
She wished she could unleash a piece of her mind to the man who had managed her existence for seven months, but the strange formula they injected into her made her power somehow start to turn against her.
"As you live here, you play by my rules from now on, which means the person you just called won't come for you," the guy reminded her, grabbing her hair and making her look into his fiery eyes. "Remember you're here because you're a nobody and you did something wrong and nobody can change that."
To Be Continued!
A/N: Yes, the beginning is short but don't worry the next part will be longer and full of more detail…I like to make the beginnings shorter on purpose. (Evil look) I hope you enjoyed the beginning, hang in there for more!
