DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters other then Anne. They are property of Marvel comics and 20th Century Fox.
*****IMPORTANT NOTE: Just a few rules. In this story it is assumed that you are about 24 years of age. You have mutant powers that enable you to kill people right on the spot (more information will be given as the story progresses). Also, I know that there are a few die hard X-men fans out there who are going to be pretty hard ass in terms of how the characters should be written and their background story's and such; I would like everyone to know that I myself am a pretty hard core X-men fanatic as well. I love anything to do with the X-men and I have been waiting on the perfect time to think up and release a story like this one for a long while. I know the characters and I know their backgrounds. I am basing this particular one off of the current X-men films that have been released from 2000- 2009. This means when you read this you should likely be thinking about the Huge Jackman version- NOT the old Marvel- Wolverine in yellow spandex version). This tale revolves around your torn romance between Logan (Wolverine), Remy Lebeau (Gambit), and Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler). In this version Gambit has already joined the X-Men and is unanimously disliked by many of the team due to his history in thievery. In this story all the mutants are still alive. (Anyone who is watching this story would benefit from watching all four of the X-men installments, this includes Wolverine Origins).
Note: The short Prologue of this story begins in the third person narrative (once you get through the Prologue, youwill understand why it was written like this.) Once the prologue is over and the Chapters begin it goes back to my usual writing style which is the Second Person Narrative (also known as the "You" view).
The hooded figure rounded the corner and entered the deserted ally way alone, his steps echoing through what seemed like the whole city. The cities sirens songs of car horns, and gun shots bounced off his ears lightly as he further submerged himself into the dark passageway.
"You're late." A voice called, descending quickly from a top the towering buildings.
The hooded figure stopped in his tracks next to a rusty iron apartment stairwell. He turned his body around, his hood remaining on. "I hope you don't mind. I was...Preoccupied."
"As long as you have the cash, it's all the same to me." The man said throwing his hands up in a cavalier practice.
"I take it then, that you have the information that I want?" He asked tilting his head in interest.
"She's really something to look at," He said smirking slightly, "lives just outside the city. Work's at some crappy bar in downtown at Younge and Bloor. I walked in for a few minutes, she didn't seem like much of a killer. Or at least I never saw her use her powers at all-"
"Well, no you wouldn't would you? It is my personal experience that mutants with abilities as great as hers tend to live in the shadows, deny who they really are. Until they are given the right incentive..." He interrupted him.
The man stood there for a few minutes, listening to the minimal sound of a nearby fly. He became infatuated with it, making it the centre his being in that moment. In one swift movement the man's tongue ejected from his mouth and latched onto the winged creature in a manor of milliseconds. It swung back into his mouth and he proceeded to chew the being slowly. Savoring the taste.
"What's so great about her anyways? Why not just let Xavior have her?" He asked lifting his right hand to clean his teeth with his index fingernail.
The hooded man took in a deep breath, "I'm afraid that information is privileged."
The other man shrugged and began to walk forward. "My payment then."
The hooded man reached into his breast pocket and extended his hand. He held out a thick wad of paper bills. Held together by a simple brass clip. He did not move, instead he waited there for the other man to walk over and claim his earnings.
"Were you followed?"
"No." He said continuing to walk forward. He grabbed the clip. "I've heard rumors you know... They calling her the Angel of Death. I herd she can kill virtually anything." He said counting the bills one by one.
The hooded man laughed slightly, "And who may I ask are your sources?"
"Just some street mutants. There was an incident once that involved her some days ago. Good news travels fast... You should know about how great it is to have the right connections Magneto." The man finished.
He removed his hood, smiled slightly, and nodded. "Indeed."
"Do keep yourself available Toad. I'll be needing your services again in the days to come. If I know Xavior- and I do, he'll be looking for her as soon as possible. In a few days we're going to make our move and see if she won't come and join our team for the uprising."
(Elsewhere, at the Xavior Institute for Mutants)
"I hope you all don't mind that I called you hear. There is some important business that needs to be attended to." Said Professor X.
"What's the problem professor?" Scott asked while sitting down.
"Cerebro had detected a some powerful mutant activity recently. I looked into it, and it seems that she was well worth our attention." He explained.
"Is she dangerous?" Jean asked
"I fear that without our interference, or the interference of others who do not have her best interest in mind- she could be a danger to herself ands others. It is crucial that we act now, before someone else gets to her."
"You mean Magneto." Logan suggested as he walked through the door, cigar in hand.
"Nice of you to join us Wolverine." Remy said smugly while folding his arms.
"Sorry about that Gambit, not all of us have a reputation to vindicate." Logan said as he took in a deep breath of smoke. Remy folded his arms and leaned back into his chair.
"Actually, I am quite pleased that I got the two of you in the room at once. I'm going to be using you for this mission." Professor X said lacing his fingers together.
"Using us? As in me and the pit pocket?" Logan challenged, enabling Gambit to glare vexingly in his direction. A small uproar initiated towards his plan. It was unanimously hated.
"What?!" Storm spoke for the first time since entering the room. "Charles, maybe you would be more comfortable sending someone who has a bit more..." She looked at Logan and Remy, trying to choose her words carefully.
"Digression?" Logan asked leaning against the wall smirking at her concern.
"Yes, exactly." She said, her backbone growing with Logan's calling out of her stance, "Wolverine and Gambit are not a team. Especially not for cases like this. From what you told me earlier this girl's powers can be lethal. If we loose her to the wrong side it could pose major problems. Not to mention the fact that these two are not the most sympathetic of characters. If we send them it would be a disaster!"
"Good to see you have faith in us." Logan's sarcastic attitude continued.
Storm let out a breath of air, about to speak again.
"Why send us?" Gambit interjected, leaning into the table and resting his elbows, arms still folded, "Logan and myself haven't exactly been known for our teamwork capabilities. I prefer a good game of solitaire for a reason." He remarked.
"I appreciate your concern Auroro." He began looking to Storm, but then shifted his gaze to Gambit, "But I am sending the two of you for a specific reason." Storm began to sit down slowly, realizing that her plea's were not going to be answered. "Despite your differences the two of you are a nearly unstoppable duo. The only thing stopping you is your pride. You are on the same team, and you need to start working together: whether it is what you want or not. We need to work as a unit." Professor X finished. The rest of the team stared in each others directions and seemed unimpressed, but Storm perhaps was the most unconvinced.
Wolverine and Gambit exchanged nettled looks as they became submerged in their obligation. Logan folded his arms and blinked. "What exactly are we dealing with here?" He asked leaning against the wall.
Professor X smiled slightly, "The coordinates have lead to Toronto."
"Canada?" Scott asked.
"Yes. Her powers were detected just a few days ago. It was odd however, that I had never detected anything that powerful from her before. Which means that the Mutant gene in her merely reacted later than usual, it's relatively normal. She has not used it since, which could mean that she is timid about the usage of them.
"Or she just doesn't know the damage she can do yet. She probably has no idea how to control them." Jean added knowledgeably.
"That is my assumption too." Professor X agreed, "This whole recognition of being a mutant will be very knew to her. She might in fact be in denial." He said looking to Logan and Remy with heedfulness. "It is important that the two of you issue a great deal of caution. As of right now, I am unsure of her mental stability."
"So what exactly can she do?" Storm inquired keenly.
"She's a level 3 mutant now, but this is only because she has no control. From what I understand she is a merchant of death. When provoked, she has the ability to use death itself as a sort of defense mechanism. She also has a bit of hypnotic charm. Much like our own Gambit, though not exactly the same. The girl's pleasing appearance is more like a lightning rod, provoking people to want to get close to her."
"So, what? She's like, a grim reaper or something?" Logan said harshly leaning against the wall casually. Storm rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth. Others did the same, his comment was not well received.
"I would advise against using that term when you attempt to recruit her. But yes." Professor X answered,"I know little about how she inflicts damage at this point. Her location is out of my own abilities' range. Tread with caution for now, without the proper knowledge of how she inflicts her powers, or to whom she inflicts them, it would be wise to keep your wits about you." He placed his hand over a folder in front of him and slid it across the table to where Logan stood. "Use what's in this folder to persuade her t our side if it becomes necessary. Try to learn as much about her from this information as possible before you speak wit her. Also, keep in mind that she stopped aging when she was about 20 years old, though her personal information file tells me that she's 24."
Logan's ears perked up. "Can't age?" He asked in an interested tone. The professor smiled slightly, knowing what he said would be enough to stimulate Logan's interest in the mission.
"Sounds like a challenge." Gambit remarked, smirking.
"It certainly will be." Professor X remarked, "Take X-Jet and leave tonight. We can't waste any time. I have already locked the co-ordinates into the safest possible landing area nearest to her."
Everyone began to file out, moving towards their posts. Logan sat up from his lean and gave one more glance towards Remy, he then walked out the door. Remy got up and strode towards the doorway in his usual confidant fashion. "Oh and Remy," the professor called to him before he disappeared in through the doorway. "Remember the name: Anne."