Disclaimer: I do not own x-men or any characters associated with it. ALTHOUGH, I do own Blair Colombo. Tehe. ;]
Sooo, this is my second fan fiction. My first is in Harry Potter. Go read it.
Anywhoo, I saw x-men twice. Once last Saturday and once the Sunday before, so I've decided to make a fan fiction about it. (:
This story is basically set during the time "Origins" is set and contains its events. It has my own twist though, and a few added characters with traits and abilities of their own.
Sounds boring, I know. But I promise it won't be. I'll shake it up.
All right. Read, rate and review. :]
PS: I've skipped the beginning of the movie just to save words. This begins at the part where Logan goes and visits John, and a new character is automatically added, by the way.
PLEASE pardon any spelling mistakes, typos or errors. I'm only human--and I'm a horrid editor. :P
Oh yeah, and this'll all be in third person unless I decide to give one of the character's a very distinct, first person point of view.
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Logan had just arrived at where he found out John was living now. It was odd—visiting his teleporting friend whom he had abandoned six years ago.
But in a way, he sort of missed John. He'd never had anything against him. He wasn't the killer that Victor and Zero had grown to be, nor was he dead, like Wade and Chris, and he wasn't an asshole, like Stryker.
He knocked on John's door. Below him were boxers, punching each other continuously in the face, stomach, and whatever other parts of each other's bodies they could reach.
After about three minutes of silence, besides the yelps from the boxers below, Logan heard John's voice and an unrecognized female voice from inside the room.
"John! John!" he heard the female scream exasperatedly. It sounded like a young girl, maybe thirteen or fourteen. "This chicken smells like wet dog!" she continued. Logan held back laughter.
"You have got to be joking!" croaked John. "That's the fourth piece I've made for you!"
"But it still sucks!" whined the girl. Logan rolled his eyes and rasped on the door again, but this time rather harshly.
There was a pause. "I'm coming!" John bellowed. Logan assumed he was speaking to him, so he irritably crossed his arms over his chest and clicked his tongue in impatience.
The door handle on the other side of the door began to turn and, as the girl was still moaning in impatience, the door opened and Logan was staring at a wide-eyed, pleasantly surprised John Wraith.
"Well, well, well…Logan…." He grinned eagerly. "How've you been doin'? Haven't seen you in years." He opened the door wider and Logan stepped in.
"Been better," Logan grumbled. He stared around the room and the site of a childish-looking girl caught his eye. She was placed on an overstuffed chair in the dark corner, picking at a unappealing-looking piece of roasted chicken.
"Any particular reason you've found yourself to my place today?" John questioned. It almost seemed as if he knew Logan's reasoning for being there.
Logan ignored John's question at first. However, words did spell from his mouth unintentionally. He hadn't meant to tell John all that had happened quite yet, but he did. He told him about his upgrade, about Stryker, about agent Zero. Everything. He even showed him his new claws. And as John was about to reply to Logan's news, the black-haired, brown-eyed girl interrupted. "Whose that, John?" She seemed innocent now, not at all the girl he had heard screaming through the door.
"This is Logan, a former team member of mine." His expression seemed to darken as he spoke to the girl. He must've been immensely irritated with her.
"Oh." The girl grinned crookedly. "My name's Blair Colombo." She stood up from the over stuffed chair, came over to Logan, and looked at him up and down.
Logan absently stuck out his hand for her to shake. She shook her head.
"No," she said murmured, as if him sticking his hand out was a federal crime.
"What's up with you?" Logan demanded, narrowing his eyes at the girl.
The girl, Blair, now seemingly annoyed, opened her mouth to reply, but John did before she had a chance.
"She doesn't feel like using her gift, I assume," John told Logan.
"She's a mutant?" Logan gasped. He didn't entirely realize why this had shocked him so much, but it had.
"What he said," Blair snarled. She was greatly irritated that Logan had just basically assumed that she was being impolite by not shaking his hand.
"Tell me, little girl, are your parents mutants?" asked Logan.
An agonized noise that sounded like something crossed between a choke and a hiccup emitted from Blair's throat. Tears immediately swelled in her eyes, although Logan could tell she was trying with all her might to hold them back. "N-no," she croaked.
"Better not use the 'P' word, Logan," John whispered.
"Parents?" Logan asked in a low voice.
"Yep. I'm her godfather. Her parents died in a car accident three months ago. They were good people, great friend's of mine, but not mutants. They might've had a chance to survive if they were…." He shook his head in disgust and his eyes wandered to the floor.
"Oh." Logan's face swelled with color. "So…erm…what's your gift?" he said to Blair, hastily changing the topic.
Blair didn't answer for a bit. Her eyes slowly faded from the dreadfully dark blue they had changed to back to the regular baby blue her eyes had been when he first walked in.
"Go on, Blair, tell Logan what you can do," John persisted. He paused. "What's that simile you used to describe your gift before?" He smirked.
Blair's face regained color and her eyes returned fully to their natural color. She hardly seemed upset at all anymore.
"My gift's like a never-ending game of tag," Blair explained. She rubbed her knuckles absentmindedly and stared up at Logan's curious face.
"I'm not sure I get what you mean…," Logan admitted.
Blair rolled her eyes. "You do know the game of tag, right? And some thirteen-year-olds, much like myself, play it. D'you know that?" She sneered only slightly.
"Yes!" Logan snapped. He could tell by the malicious look on the girl's face that she was mocking him.
"Right then," Blair said. "What I mean is…my power is…like a private game of tag. Ya' see, well, it's very unique."
"Clarify?" Logan suggested, annoyed.
"My gift is simple yet complex in its own way," Blair continued. "Might I demonstrate?"
Puzzlement and caution crossed Logan's face. "All right…," he agreed unsurely. "What do you have to do?"
"Just touch your arm," Blair said automatically, grinning quite innocently.
Logan hesitantly stuck his hand out towards the young girl. "No funny business," he snarled threateningly.
Blair put her hand over her heart and giggled strangely. "Never," she promised. With that, she stuck out her index finger and tapped Logan's hand with it. "Tag, you're it," she mumbled vaguely.
Logan felt a little zap resembling the characteristics of a shock run through his hand. He instinctively pulled his hand away from Blair. "What the hell?" he demanded.
Blair wasn't paying him any mind at the moment. She let a squeal of pain escape her lips as three long, pointed claws of indestructible metal pierced the skin on her hands. "Aahh…," she moaned. "This hurts," she told Logan icily.
"And those are…real?" he gasped, finally registering Blair's gift.
"Couldn't be any more real," Blair hissed through clenched teeth. Blood was trickling down her hands at this point. "I can copy any mutant's gift as long as I touch them. It's a very useful gift, yet dangerous. Some mutants powers are strong enough to kill me when they adapt to my body. I think YOURS is about close to getting there…" She winced and yelped loudly. "What ARE these, anyway?" Blair added, jerking her head towards the metal claws.
"They're claws. USED to be made of bone. I went through a whole painful process to get these," the claws sprang out of Logan's hands, "and all you have to do is steal them from me…."
"Oh, don't you worry. This is pretty damn painful," Blair moaned, closing her eyes. "If that makes you feel any better. Besides, they'll go away eventually. I can only keep them for so long before my body rejects them. I reckon I could keep 'em for about three days…not that I'm planning on that…." She winced painfully.
"How do you plan on getting rid of 'em?" Logan asked curiously.
"I just need to touch the person who lent me the gift in the first place again. Then it'll disappear. Mind if I—?"
"Be my guest," Logan interrupted, smirking.
Blair tapped him again, but this time on his shoulder. She was relieved when the claws sank back into her skin and disappeared. "Ah, much better," she sighed, grinning.
"Is that all you can do?" Logan grunted. "What about when you can't steal powers from another mutant? How're you supposed to protect yourself?"
Blair shrugged unknowingly and rubbed the raw skin where the claws had been. "Guess I can't."
"Real useful," Logan snorted, not impressed. "Especially if a psycho mutant is trailing after you."
"I could always just steal their powers, ya know," Blair reminded him sternly.
"Not without risking getting your head chopped off, you can't," Logan disparaged.
Blair stared at him irritably. "I THINK I can manage," she hissed.
Logan's lip curled. "You're only thirteen. You don't have the right to think yet."
"And you DO?" Blair snapped, offended.
"After four wars and one hundred fifty years of life…yeah, I'm pretty sure I've gained that right," Logan told her harshly. He turned swiftly to John. "This one's got a big mouth on her," he told him, sniggering.
"Right…," John agreed, holding back a chuckle. "So you never told me why you're here," he reminded Logan.
Logan's expression dropped. His eyes narrowed. Victor. That sick bastard….
"I need some information if you've got any," Logan growled, glaring at the wall behind John.
"'Bout what?" Blair butted in, still irritated.
John shot Blair a warning glance. "Yeah…about what?" he asked Logan.
"Victor." His brother's name was like venom on his tongue. It was painful to speak it.
John looked mildly surprised. "What about him?"
"Haven't you read the paper recently? Chris and Wade are gone, and d'you know who got to them?" Logan asked in a dangerous voice.
It took John only a moment to realize what Logan meant. "Victor? He did what now…?"
Logan stamped his foot. "I need to know where he is. I need to find him and make the bastard pay. He…killed…Kayla." He clenched his teeth in such anger that his face boiled red.
"Kayla who?" John replied cautiously.
"Silverfox. Kayla Silverfox. My—" Logan felt like he was going to choke— "my girlfriend."
"Oh…" John's expression saddened. "I'm sorry, really."
"Don't be sorry," Logan warned him. "It's not your fault, but I want vengance on him. And I should probably warn you that—"
"That I'm not safe, either?" John interrupted. "Figured that. Victor told us that he'd be comin' after all of us without mercy."
Logan simply stared at John, realizing that he might have some information. Blair's mouth gaped.
"Who the heck is Victor?" she demanded. "What's going on?"
John and Logan both ignored her. Logan gave John the tell-me-what-you-know-or-else face.
John shrugged. "Don't know anything, Logan. Gotta talk to Fred. He might know something."
"Fred? Where is he?" Logan demanded.
"He's here," John told him casually. "But he doesn't come out till round four. He's boxing. He's become a little…er…overweight, by the way, but don't mention it. You'll regret it."
Blair snorted after John finished. "A little overweight? He's—"
"Blair, shut up," John snapped before she could finish. "So you wanna talk to him when he comes out or not?"
Logan smirked. "Let's go for it."
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Ahh, that was a bit boring. But hey, it's the first chapter, cut me some slack.
:P
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