Note: Contains spoilers regarding the end of Season 3, and like The Price You Pay, is set before Season 4 – which is still to air on British Terrestrial!
THE REDEMPTION OF WOLVES
an X-Men: Evolution fanfic by JetNoir
PROLOGUE
She was free…running wild, as only nature intended, the wind blowing against her lithe tense body, fur crackling with macabre anticipation as she homed in on her target.
Cold. Outside, she was cold.
Yet, on the inside, warmth flooded through her as blood pounded along her veins, heightening her already sharp senses. It was close. It was scared. No, terrified. She growled deep in her throat, a rumble of pure satisfaction, bestial, animal, feral.
In sleep Rahne Sinclair was the perfect picture of innocence, he short hair laid out neatly on the pillow, her head is resting upon.
Everyone has a dark side.
Words to live by. Words to die by. A simple understanding of the human psyche.
In the Victorian era, Robert Louis Stephenson wrote a novel about multiple personality disorder. Some psychologists believe that everyone has some sort of alternate personality – even if it's a brave face when something has gone terribly, terribly wrong.
Something like being a 'superhero', masked and fighting evil; and then a normal student, just making their way in the world. Or someone with the ability to transform into an animal.
Like Raven Darkholme – Mystique, as she is more commonly known – locked in stone, and cold, and alone. A shapeshifter. Yet, the girl lying in the bed has the same ability…although limited to a single animal.
Some might call her a werewolf, but in reality, she is a mutant. However, that is not to say that something could go wrong, horribly wrong.
Still running, the dream continues.
Low-lying branches and brushes scrape against her, but she ignores the slight pain, and still runs, the target's scent still strong in her nostrils, her snout twitching.
Fear.
She loved that. He stank, the sheer putrid reek of terror reaching out, and drawing her in. She burned like the sun, roaring and snarling.
Not long now.
A few more steps.
Some might say bloodlust is an illusion, but there are many that will contest that fact. The man known simply as Logan, or Wolverine of the X-Men, can disappear into fits of uncontrollable rage. Yet all creatures must emerge from this – it is impossible to exist for prolonged periods of times.
So when Rahne Sinclair woke up the next morning, she screamed, finding a dead man next to her sleeping body, shivering – dressed only in her nightclothes – as the chill air swept around her and the bloodied corpse, Rahne felt a singular compulsion.
Run.
Run away, far away, flee.
She did not know why she did this…could not know.
But after taking the dead man's money – again an unfamiliar, and disgraceful impulse – she ran away as fast as her four legs could carry her.
Note: I've wasn't expecting this to be ready so soon, but I've been playing with this idea since Chapter 4 of Price You Pay, yet the majority of the story came to me yesterday, and I've finally straightened it out! The first chapter should be up shortly. Hope you enjoyed it, and please review!
Disclaimer: X-Men Evolution is copyright to Warner Brothers and the story (plus original characters) to me. This story has been written on the understanding that you may read it and print it out; but you may not pass it off as your own, hire it out, or sell it for money. You also may not put it on your own or any other web page without my express written permission. Thankyou!
JetNoir
