"I am Wraith."
The forest outside the institute was peaceful, serene. Birds sang, bees buzzed, leaves cast dappled green shadows on the ground. The forest lived on, unaware of his invisible presence, only the ground beneath his feet knew. The forest's beauty was wasted on him, partially because his left was pale and cloudy, blinded by the same thing that created the long vertical scar that ran from his eyebrow, through his eye, and down his cheek; and partially because his mind only held the dusty, neglected memory of the thing called emotion. He viewed the world through his one sharp eye with cold calculation, his mind only accepting facts, all feelings of human passion long dead. Although he had no artificial metal parts implanted into his body, he was more machine than human. This, along with the facts that he never missed his mark, could turn invisible and unscented, and was the master of poison made him history's most efficient assassin. This wasn't good enough. There were still things that could stop him, barriers he could not cross, and things that could detect him. He did not like this, it caused a flicker of annoyance in his otherwise emotionless brain, he would have to fix this error. And now he had a way. It was simple: all he had to do was kidnap the one called Wolverine, the one called Shadowcat, the one called Nightcrawler, and most of all, the one called Xavier. He would then take them to the scientist who had hired him, Dr. Apolask, and the Doctor would give him the ability to phase through matter, teleport, and even block telepathic signals and detection. He liked the thought of that. He didn't know what Apolask wanted with Xavier and the other three, but he must have wanted them badly, for the services of Wraith were very, very expensive.
At high noon he moved towards the school. Not that he had to worry about his shadow giving him away, for the very physics of his invisibility was to bend light waves around himself, so the light didn't touch him at all, nothing was seen in the space he occupied. He walked silently towards the place where he spotted his first target: Kitty in a tree. "Easy." He thought to himself, leveling the barrel of his silent rifle with her form. She jumped and gave a little squeak as the dart hit her neck, then toppled out of the tree into Wraith's waiting arms. The second he caught her he extended his invisibility to her, and brought her to his car, which was hidden nearby. After tying, gagging, stashing her in the back seat, and making sure she wouldn't wake up for another 3 hours, he headed back to the mansion. 1 down 3 to go.
Nightcrawler wasn't any harder. He was sitting alone in his room, doing homework. He fell without a sound, and he was light too. The only drawback was that his tail kept getting in the way. After giving him the same treatment he did Kitty, Wraith goes back yet again. 2 down 2 to go.
He knew Wolverine would be harder the second he saw him. For one, he would be a lot more difficult to carry to the car. Secondly, Wolverine was already suspicious.
Logan sniffed the air…the scents for Kurt and Kitty were gone…but there was something else, he couldn't smell it, but he could feel it. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and he spun around to face the invisible foe
The forest outside the institute was peaceful, serene. Birds sang, bees buzzed, leaves cast dappled green shadows on the ground. The forest lived on, unaware of his invisible presence, only the ground beneath his feet knew. The forest's beauty was wasted on him, partially because his left was pale and cloudy, blinded by the same thing that created the long vertical scar that ran from his eyebrow, through his eye, and down his cheek; and partially because his mind only held the dusty, neglected memory of the thing called emotion. He viewed the world through his one sharp eye with cold calculation, his mind only accepting facts, all feelings of human passion long dead. Although he had no artificial metal parts implanted into his body, he was more machine than human. This, along with the facts that he never missed his mark, could turn invisible and unscented, and was the master of poison made him history's most efficient assassin. This wasn't good enough. There were still things that could stop him, barriers he could not cross, and things that could detect him. He did not like this, it caused a flicker of annoyance in his otherwise emotionless brain, he would have to fix this error. And now he had a way. It was simple: all he had to do was kidnap the one called Wolverine, the one called Shadowcat, the one called Nightcrawler, and most of all, the one called Xavier. He would then take them to the scientist who had hired him, Dr. Apolask, and the Doctor would give him the ability to phase through matter, teleport, and even block telepathic signals and detection. He liked the thought of that. He didn't know what Apolask wanted with Xavier and the other three, but he must have wanted them badly, for the services of Wraith were very, very expensive.
At high noon he moved towards the school. Not that he had to worry about his shadow giving him away, for the very physics of his invisibility was to bend light waves around himself, so the light didn't touch him at all, nothing was seen in the space he occupied. He walked silently towards the place where he spotted his first target: Kitty in a tree. "Easy." He thought to himself, leveling the barrel of his silent rifle with her form. She jumped and gave a little squeak as the dart hit her neck, then toppled out of the tree into Wraith's waiting arms. The second he caught her he extended his invisibility to her, and brought her to his car, which was hidden nearby. After tying, gagging, stashing her in the back seat, and making sure she wouldn't wake up for another 3 hours, he headed back to the mansion. 1 down 3 to go.
Nightcrawler wasn't any harder. He was sitting alone in his room, doing homework. He fell without a sound, and he was light too. The only drawback was that his tail kept getting in the way. After giving him the same treatment he did Kitty, Wraith goes back yet again. 2 down 2 to go.
He knew Wolverine would be harder the second he saw him. For one, he would be a lot more difficult to carry to the car. Secondly, Wolverine was already suspicious.
Logan sniffed the air…the scents for Kurt and Kitty were gone…but there was something else, he couldn't smell it, but he could feel it. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and he spun around to face the invisible foe