This idea came to me in a dream so I hope u like it I don't own any of the characters just the plot
Chapter 1: A Look in a Book
Rogue was bored. She had been sitting in the library looking through books for almost an hour now, but she couldn't find anyone she wanted to do her European History report on. Everyone else was doing his or hers on a king or a duchess or some royal person, not Rogue. She didn't want someone famous, she wanted someone infamous. So far though all she could find was Christopher Columbus this, Robin Hood that, no one that she liked. Then she saw it. The hair was long and he was a bit less rugged but the face was unmistakable. Logan was in a book about 19th century Europe. But something was wrong, under the picture was a caption that read "The most infamous murderer in Europe, Vanhelsing had no pattern to his victims. Most thought he was merely a fictional scape goat the police used for un-solved murder cases until he took the arm and stabbed an old man before tossing him out the main stain glass window of the Notre Dome." Rouge couldn't believe it. She had to show the professor.
"Well this does seem to be our friend Logan, doesn't it." said Professor Charles Xavier as he looked at the picture. "We knew he is older than he looks, but to look exactly the same more than a century ago is astounding." Rogue looked up from the picture at Xavier. "Should we tell him what we found?" The Professor thought for a moment. "It might come as a shock to him, but he does want to know more about his past and if his origins are in Europe he would want to go there to uncover them."
Logan was heading to the kitchen to raid the secret stash of beers he had hidden in prune juice bottles when the familiar voice in his head sounded. "Logan may I see you in my office." "Right away Professor." "Oh, and Logan I would appreciate it if you got rid of those beers when we are through." Damn telepaths. Logan thought as he turned around and headed down the hallway.
Logan entered Xavier's office and found Rogue was waiting as well with some book. "Logan" the professor said "are you still curious about your past?" Logan looked at the man, then at Rogue. "What's this about Professor." "Well Rogue here found something that may interest you." With that Rogue stood up and opened the book to a page and turned it to show Logan. "Look at the picture." She said. He looked at the picture for a few seconds before a look of recognition hit his face. "That's me?" "Read the caption Logan. It says you were a murderer in Europe and that you even threw an old man out a window in the Notre Dome after you cut his arm off and stabbed him." Suddenly a wave of memories hit Logan like a sudden headache. "No, I didn't throw him and he wasn't an old man when he started falling." The professor leaned forward inquisitively. "What can you remember Logan." "Not much, just flashes. I see some guy. He's huge, at least 8 feet tall. We are talking. He is climbing around the rafters like a gorilla. Then we are fighting I cut off his arm and it shrinks and becomes old. Now we are on top of the building. He throws me off and I shoot him with something as I fall. It's a grappling hook. It goes through his chest and catches on his back. The rope attached catches and breaks my fall just feet from the ground. Then I am on the roof again and he is falling he turns into an old man as he falls and finally hits." The Professor asks, "Can you remember who he was Logan." "Just two names Jeckyl and Hyde."
Chapter 1: A Look in a Book
Rogue was bored. She had been sitting in the library looking through books for almost an hour now, but she couldn't find anyone she wanted to do her European History report on. Everyone else was doing his or hers on a king or a duchess or some royal person, not Rogue. She didn't want someone famous, she wanted someone infamous. So far though all she could find was Christopher Columbus this, Robin Hood that, no one that she liked. Then she saw it. The hair was long and he was a bit less rugged but the face was unmistakable. Logan was in a book about 19th century Europe. But something was wrong, under the picture was a caption that read "The most infamous murderer in Europe, Vanhelsing had no pattern to his victims. Most thought he was merely a fictional scape goat the police used for un-solved murder cases until he took the arm and stabbed an old man before tossing him out the main stain glass window of the Notre Dome." Rouge couldn't believe it. She had to show the professor.
"Well this does seem to be our friend Logan, doesn't it." said Professor Charles Xavier as he looked at the picture. "We knew he is older than he looks, but to look exactly the same more than a century ago is astounding." Rogue looked up from the picture at Xavier. "Should we tell him what we found?" The Professor thought for a moment. "It might come as a shock to him, but he does want to know more about his past and if his origins are in Europe he would want to go there to uncover them."
Logan was heading to the kitchen to raid the secret stash of beers he had hidden in prune juice bottles when the familiar voice in his head sounded. "Logan may I see you in my office." "Right away Professor." "Oh, and Logan I would appreciate it if you got rid of those beers when we are through." Damn telepaths. Logan thought as he turned around and headed down the hallway.
Logan entered Xavier's office and found Rogue was waiting as well with some book. "Logan" the professor said "are you still curious about your past?" Logan looked at the man, then at Rogue. "What's this about Professor." "Well Rogue here found something that may interest you." With that Rogue stood up and opened the book to a page and turned it to show Logan. "Look at the picture." She said. He looked at the picture for a few seconds before a look of recognition hit his face. "That's me?" "Read the caption Logan. It says you were a murderer in Europe and that you even threw an old man out a window in the Notre Dome after you cut his arm off and stabbed him." Suddenly a wave of memories hit Logan like a sudden headache. "No, I didn't throw him and he wasn't an old man when he started falling." The professor leaned forward inquisitively. "What can you remember Logan." "Not much, just flashes. I see some guy. He's huge, at least 8 feet tall. We are talking. He is climbing around the rafters like a gorilla. Then we are fighting I cut off his arm and it shrinks and becomes old. Now we are on top of the building. He throws me off and I shoot him with something as I fall. It's a grappling hook. It goes through his chest and catches on his back. The rope attached catches and breaks my fall just feet from the ground. Then I am on the roof again and he is falling he turns into an old man as he falls and finally hits." The Professor asks, "Can you remember who he was Logan." "Just two names Jeckyl and Hyde."