Right, let's make this brief. This is my very first fanfic about anything,
and it probably sucks, but please have mercy on me!!! I just wanna say that
I love X-men, I've seen all the cartoons and movies but amazingly I've only
read one issue of the comic books, 'cos the stupid people in the newsagent
don't sell them where I live and it's too expensive to get a subscription
from abroad (. Anyway.
Disclaimer- the X-men do not belong to me, they belong to Marvel comics
and were created by Stan Lee to whom I pay homage. I just like submitting
them to my evil will!
Hehehehe.
I don't make any profit from this garbage. (The fic I mean but I guess u
already knew that.)
Feedback- pleeeeeeese!!! Either submit a review or e-mail me at
gothicvampess@hotmail.com.
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LOGAN
The trees swayed wildly in the wind, whose howl was mingled with those of the wild wolves in the distance. The snow swirled around like a mad thing and encircled the forest blowing up many branches and dead twigs into the sky which glowed blackly in the background, merging with the threatening clouds looming up ahead.
The girl stood up on a high cliff, the wind screaming at her mercilessly and slapping her long white hair about her face, despite the wide headband she wore in an effort to keep it secure. In vain it tried to push her off (the wind, not her hair) pulling and dragging at her this way and that, but to no avail. She lifted her binoculars to her eyes, peering into the distance. Not far now, she thought in relief. She shoved her binoculars back into her rucksack and stepped down from the cliff, glaring contemptuously at the wind. Then she sighed and pulled off her black tank top, exposing a light cotton vest she was wearing underneath.
"Good grief, it's hot," she said aloud.
*********************** Much further away from here, in New York, the X-men were trying in ineffectually to cope with the death of a certain Jean Gray. The weather around the mansion did not differ much from the weather described above, as Ororo Monroe, a.k.a. Storm, was not dealing well with the death of Jean at all. Therefore the many students and teachers in Xavier's School for the Gifted found themselves grabbing their thickest and warmest clothes they could find, although winter had only just begun. Scott was a complete wreck, of course. Ever since they had arrived back from "the Incident at Alkali Lake" he had become silent and withdrawn, and would only venture out of his room for meals, and sometimes, not at all. He had totally given up on teaching, being barely able to concentrate, and so Storm and the Professor had had to substitute for him in his English Lit classes (A/N: don't actually know what Scott teaches but I do know that Lit's a horrible subject, Scott's a horrible guy, so I thought maybe…) Logan's emotions were hard to figure out, except maybe for the Professor. A casual observer might remark that he seemed unaffected by what had happened, and that he really couldn't care less. An extraordinary observer, however, would notice the frequent swallowing of the throat, the furious blinking of the eyes and the frustrated movements of his hands as he ran them through his already unkempt hair. Rogue and Bobby were shocked and sad, although they couldn't help feeling more over Pyro's recent betrayal. They couldn't believe that one of their best friends had actually left them to be with Magneto. Dazed and bewildered, they clung together during lessons and social gatherings, being the only two students that had been present when Jean had died.
Charles Xavier knew all this, and he was determined to do something about it. He knew that life had to go on. He was sorry that Jean had died, of course, but was that any reason not to appreciate a fried egg on toast? No, it was not. So he decided to send each X-man off on a sort of mission, to help them 'forget'. First off, he started with Logan. Sitting down in his study one day, he reached out telepathically to find the grumpy Canadian emerging from his room fresh from a whole morning's sleep. *^* What, Chuck? *^* came the irritable response. *^* I am sorry if I have awakened you from your slumber, but I have news that will surely interest you. Please come to see me in my study immediately. *^* *^* Yeah, lemme get some breakfast… *^* *^* Now, Logan! *^* Grumbling to himself, the Wolverine made his way to the Professor's office, after pulling on an old gray sweater. (A/N: I'm gonna leave him with his boxers on… no trousers… Mmm…c'mon, he's depressed, he doesn't have any time to stay dressing up, right???) "What's up?" he said roughly upon entering the study. He pulled up a chair and sat on it backwards. (A/N: the chair's backwards, K? not Logan). "I know that a few weeks ago I had sent you to Alkali Lake, in search of your past, and that it had not ended on a happy note. You did not manage to find out anything significant, except for William Stryker, and then, Jean Gray died." "Thanks for stating the obvious," mumbled Logan, swallowing hard. He found it hard to believe how calmly the Professor had been taking the incident. Maybe it's a brain thing, he thought. I dunno. "I have been searching around with Cerebro recently, and I have discovered that there is a hidden medical lab, not far from where the military camp used to be before the dam exploded. The nation's leading scientists once used it for experiments. I also believe that those experiments were probably carried out on mutants, like you." Logan looked up from where he was sitting, suddenly interested despite himself. Then he shook himself mentally. No! He thought. It's because of my stupid past that everyone went to that camp, and that Jeannie died. I won't. Not again. "Yes, you will," said Prof. X. seriously. Logan jumped- he kept forgetting that Prof. X was telepathic. "Every man needs to know about his past, Logan." He continued," It's not your fault that all this happened, and that Jean died. We would have got involved with it in any case, believe me. Now, I am going to give you the co-ordinates, and you may leave this afternoon or tomorrow morning. You may- ahem- borrow Scott's motorbike again, if you like." Logan got up, and he took the co-ordinates from the Prof.'s hands silently. What the hell, he thought suddenly, I'll give it a shot. Better than being cooped up all the time in here. "Yes, it is." Prof. X agreed. He growled, and turned to leave. "Oh, Logan. Something I forgot to tell you." Logan grit his teeth, and turned round. "Yeah?" "You will probably meet someone else on the way to the lab. She's a mutant, and I think she's also in search of her past. I couldn't determine her name or her abilities though, because she seemed to be aware of my psychic presence, and blocked, using a shield. So maybe she is telepathic, but I cannot be sure. You might want to join her on her journey if you like. The living over there is quite tough. You will need help." Logan stared at the Prof., then shrugged. "Sure, whatever."
After he had gone the Prof. smiled. One down, four to go, he thought.
************** Logan went to his room, grabbed a few things, and stuffed them into a bag. If he had to go on this trip thingy the sooner he would leave, the better. He headed to the kitchen to get some food for the journey ahead. "Wolvie?" a tentative voice called him by his dreaded nickname. Only one person would dare call him by that name. "Uh… hi Jubilee," said Logan, lifting his head slightly from the fridge. Jubilation Lee took a deep breath and jumped on Logan's back, making him wince. "OhWolviewloviewhereareyougoingtakemewithyouiamsoboredihaveexamstomorrowidon otwant tostudy," said the giddy teenager breathlessly. Uh-oh. Jubilee was on a sugar rush. With his super sense of smell Logan thought he could detect faint traces of candy and chocolate on her breath. Lowering her back down to the floor slowly and carefully, he said," Kid, I can't take you with me"- Jubilee pouted- "but, if you promise that you'll keep quiet and stay in your room for the rest of the day and go hyper on your own, here's a whole three packets of Oreo's for you to eat all by yourself. In your room!" he called after her as she went zooming out of the kitchen with the sweets in her hands, giggling and gibbering excitedly.
Logan shook his head and walked out of the kitchen, feeling sorry for the next person to run into Jubilee. As he made his way to the front door he heard someone else call him, in quite a different tone to what Jubilee's had been. "Logan? Logan, where are you going?" It was Marie, looking anxious as she saw the stuffed backpack on Logan's shoulder. "The Professor's sent me on some kinda mission thingy to find my past and stuff," replied Logan absently opening the front door. "But I thought you already did? You know, with the lab and William Stryker and all that…" "Yeah, well, Chuck reckons he's onto something new." And with that he shut the door, mounted the motorcycle and zoomed off.
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LOGAN
The trees swayed wildly in the wind, whose howl was mingled with those of the wild wolves in the distance. The snow swirled around like a mad thing and encircled the forest blowing up many branches and dead twigs into the sky which glowed blackly in the background, merging with the threatening clouds looming up ahead.
The girl stood up on a high cliff, the wind screaming at her mercilessly and slapping her long white hair about her face, despite the wide headband she wore in an effort to keep it secure. In vain it tried to push her off (the wind, not her hair) pulling and dragging at her this way and that, but to no avail. She lifted her binoculars to her eyes, peering into the distance. Not far now, she thought in relief. She shoved her binoculars back into her rucksack and stepped down from the cliff, glaring contemptuously at the wind. Then she sighed and pulled off her black tank top, exposing a light cotton vest she was wearing underneath.
"Good grief, it's hot," she said aloud.
*********************** Much further away from here, in New York, the X-men were trying in ineffectually to cope with the death of a certain Jean Gray. The weather around the mansion did not differ much from the weather described above, as Ororo Monroe, a.k.a. Storm, was not dealing well with the death of Jean at all. Therefore the many students and teachers in Xavier's School for the Gifted found themselves grabbing their thickest and warmest clothes they could find, although winter had only just begun. Scott was a complete wreck, of course. Ever since they had arrived back from "the Incident at Alkali Lake" he had become silent and withdrawn, and would only venture out of his room for meals, and sometimes, not at all. He had totally given up on teaching, being barely able to concentrate, and so Storm and the Professor had had to substitute for him in his English Lit classes (A/N: don't actually know what Scott teaches but I do know that Lit's a horrible subject, Scott's a horrible guy, so I thought maybe…) Logan's emotions were hard to figure out, except maybe for the Professor. A casual observer might remark that he seemed unaffected by what had happened, and that he really couldn't care less. An extraordinary observer, however, would notice the frequent swallowing of the throat, the furious blinking of the eyes and the frustrated movements of his hands as he ran them through his already unkempt hair. Rogue and Bobby were shocked and sad, although they couldn't help feeling more over Pyro's recent betrayal. They couldn't believe that one of their best friends had actually left them to be with Magneto. Dazed and bewildered, they clung together during lessons and social gatherings, being the only two students that had been present when Jean had died.
Charles Xavier knew all this, and he was determined to do something about it. He knew that life had to go on. He was sorry that Jean had died, of course, but was that any reason not to appreciate a fried egg on toast? No, it was not. So he decided to send each X-man off on a sort of mission, to help them 'forget'. First off, he started with Logan. Sitting down in his study one day, he reached out telepathically to find the grumpy Canadian emerging from his room fresh from a whole morning's sleep. *^* What, Chuck? *^* came the irritable response. *^* I am sorry if I have awakened you from your slumber, but I have news that will surely interest you. Please come to see me in my study immediately. *^* *^* Yeah, lemme get some breakfast… *^* *^* Now, Logan! *^* Grumbling to himself, the Wolverine made his way to the Professor's office, after pulling on an old gray sweater. (A/N: I'm gonna leave him with his boxers on… no trousers… Mmm…c'mon, he's depressed, he doesn't have any time to stay dressing up, right???) "What's up?" he said roughly upon entering the study. He pulled up a chair and sat on it backwards. (A/N: the chair's backwards, K? not Logan). "I know that a few weeks ago I had sent you to Alkali Lake, in search of your past, and that it had not ended on a happy note. You did not manage to find out anything significant, except for William Stryker, and then, Jean Gray died." "Thanks for stating the obvious," mumbled Logan, swallowing hard. He found it hard to believe how calmly the Professor had been taking the incident. Maybe it's a brain thing, he thought. I dunno. "I have been searching around with Cerebro recently, and I have discovered that there is a hidden medical lab, not far from where the military camp used to be before the dam exploded. The nation's leading scientists once used it for experiments. I also believe that those experiments were probably carried out on mutants, like you." Logan looked up from where he was sitting, suddenly interested despite himself. Then he shook himself mentally. No! He thought. It's because of my stupid past that everyone went to that camp, and that Jeannie died. I won't. Not again. "Yes, you will," said Prof. X. seriously. Logan jumped- he kept forgetting that Prof. X was telepathic. "Every man needs to know about his past, Logan." He continued," It's not your fault that all this happened, and that Jean died. We would have got involved with it in any case, believe me. Now, I am going to give you the co-ordinates, and you may leave this afternoon or tomorrow morning. You may- ahem- borrow Scott's motorbike again, if you like." Logan got up, and he took the co-ordinates from the Prof.'s hands silently. What the hell, he thought suddenly, I'll give it a shot. Better than being cooped up all the time in here. "Yes, it is." Prof. X agreed. He growled, and turned to leave. "Oh, Logan. Something I forgot to tell you." Logan grit his teeth, and turned round. "Yeah?" "You will probably meet someone else on the way to the lab. She's a mutant, and I think she's also in search of her past. I couldn't determine her name or her abilities though, because she seemed to be aware of my psychic presence, and blocked, using a shield. So maybe she is telepathic, but I cannot be sure. You might want to join her on her journey if you like. The living over there is quite tough. You will need help." Logan stared at the Prof., then shrugged. "Sure, whatever."
After he had gone the Prof. smiled. One down, four to go, he thought.
************** Logan went to his room, grabbed a few things, and stuffed them into a bag. If he had to go on this trip thingy the sooner he would leave, the better. He headed to the kitchen to get some food for the journey ahead. "Wolvie?" a tentative voice called him by his dreaded nickname. Only one person would dare call him by that name. "Uh… hi Jubilee," said Logan, lifting his head slightly from the fridge. Jubilation Lee took a deep breath and jumped on Logan's back, making him wince. "OhWolviewloviewhereareyougoingtakemewithyouiamsoboredihaveexamstomorrowidon otwant tostudy," said the giddy teenager breathlessly. Uh-oh. Jubilee was on a sugar rush. With his super sense of smell Logan thought he could detect faint traces of candy and chocolate on her breath. Lowering her back down to the floor slowly and carefully, he said," Kid, I can't take you with me"- Jubilee pouted- "but, if you promise that you'll keep quiet and stay in your room for the rest of the day and go hyper on your own, here's a whole three packets of Oreo's for you to eat all by yourself. In your room!" he called after her as she went zooming out of the kitchen with the sweets in her hands, giggling and gibbering excitedly.
Logan shook his head and walked out of the kitchen, feeling sorry for the next person to run into Jubilee. As he made his way to the front door he heard someone else call him, in quite a different tone to what Jubilee's had been. "Logan? Logan, where are you going?" It was Marie, looking anxious as she saw the stuffed backpack on Logan's shoulder. "The Professor's sent me on some kinda mission thingy to find my past and stuff," replied Logan absently opening the front door. "But I thought you already did? You know, with the lab and William Stryker and all that…" "Yeah, well, Chuck reckons he's onto something new." And with that he shut the door, mounted the motorcycle and zoomed off.