X-Men: Children of the Atom

X-Men: Children of the Atom

Wolverine:

It has been three months since Logan left Xavier's mansion. Three months searching in the abandoned Canadian Base for a clue of his past. But he found nothing. After months of searching Logan felt it was time to go back.

Logan got on his "stolen" bike and headed for Xavier's. Logan stopped about twenty-five miles from the abandoned Canadian Base. He found himself in a little town called Fredericton. Logan decided to stop and rest for a while. Wolverine detected liquor in the air. It had been a long time since he had tasted the sweet, dark, tangy flavor of an ice-cold Budweiser. 'Damn those little geeks!' Logan thought. The only beer he'd tasted in a while was that crappy non-alcoholic beer that the prissy, dick-headed, Cyclops drank. He licked his lips and headed for a 'Seven-Eleven' down the road.

The Canadian air kept getting colder by the minute. Logan hurried inside the 'Seven-Eleven', rubbing his arms from the freezing temperature. Inside he spotted some porno magazines, Budweiser, Bud-Light, and some vodka. Wolverine stared heavily at the vodka. He could almost taste the dark flavor of fifty percent alcohol rushing into his mouth, going down his throat, into his stomach. He picked up the porno and the vodka bottle. 'Screw the beer.' he thought and scurried toward the cash register. Just as he was about to pay the Arabic clerk five little teenage punks went into the store and began looking and poking the items. The Arabic clerk began to curse at them in his Arabic language. The five boys didn't even listen. Then the oldest looking punk with greasy dark-brown hair shouted "Grab and Run!" One of the punks who had a bunch of reddish-brown hair covering his left eye bumped into Logan and made him drop the porno and vodka.

All the other punks waited no time in grabbing magazines and liquor bottles and Twinkies. The Arabic clerk got out a gun and began to shoot at the kids. The clerk had such a bad aim that he shot his elephant god instead. The little punks ran away, laughing all the way. Logan chased the oldest looking punk and grabbed him by his brown pigtail. "Hand over the Twinkies!" Logan snapped at the boy. He extended one of his adamantium claws and pointed it at the boy's long pigtail. The boy couldn't speak. He was shaking so badly he dropped the vodka, 10 playboy magazines, and four bags of Twinkies. As soon as Logan let go the boy was already running off into the distance. Logan noticed a huge, unwrapped Twinkie of the floor. He stared at the huge Twinkie for a long time. Logan picked up the Twinkie and shoved the entire thing into his mouth.

The clerk just stared at Logan, terrified. Logan picked up the cheep porno magazine known as "Mad Porno Magazine", the fifty percent alcoholic bottle of vodka, and another bag of Twinkies of the floor. Logan was feeling like such a bad boy after he "supposedly" saved the day and walked out the door without paying. Wolverine got back on his motorcycle and drove away. Five miles off the road a police car stopped him for drunk driving. Logan, in a drunken rage slashed the cop's right leg. He started the bike and raced back across the border to the U.S where Rogue and Jean were waiting for him.

The end?

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"Another pointless fic!" Please review. I don't own Wolverine or the x-men. Try to sue me Stan "the man" Lee. You got nothing on me! I did the annoying disclaimer thingy. ^-^ I don't own Gundam Wing ether. I'm not insulting Mad Magazine. In fact I love mad magazine! (Bloodberry tries to smile at the Lawyers sent by "Mad Magazine") I know, I know. Beer can't make Logan drunk, but maybe some vodka can… ^-~