Completely utterly AU.
I have completely killed the plot of X men (well...maybe not that completely) in order to satisfy a ridiculous turn of imagination. Some characters have changed personalities, others don't have the same position in life that they had in the movies, etc.
Now the whole idea of this story is that it's in an alternate universe (more or less) were Charles Xavia died before he could create the X men. The world has gone to chaos and the humans are less tolerant of the mutants then Hitler was of the Jews (this may or may not be an over exaggeration)
Warning: SLASH in later chapters.
Main Pairing: Logan/Warren
Chapter one
It was dark, cold and very wet. Logan relished it, relished the way his motorbike rode so smoothly under him, loved the way it responded to his every touch as he zoomed into the night. Behind him the sky was tinged red with flames, smoke-darker then the night-billowed heavenwards, blotting out the stars.
Score bloody one for the mutants, Logan thought in grim satisfaction as his rear view mirror gave him a nice view of the lab he had just torched. Score bloody one.
Something flew at him from the darkness, and he swerved to avoid it. Bats, he thought in disgust, oh how he hated them. But then the dark shape curved to chase after him and Logan swore as he was confronted with the fact that the thing chasing him might not be a bat at all. He sped up. So did the thing.
"Fuck", he spat as he caught a glimpse of his unwanted shadow, a long elongated metallic snake-like thing with wings. "Bloody government tracker fly, how the hell did you find me?" he growled.
The thing screeched in reply and darted closer, daring to take a bite out of the metal exhaust pipe.
"Shit", Logan swore again before swerving off the road, he had to lose the metallic beastie before he returned to Mutant stronghold. He couldn't endanger those refugees.
He quickly lost control of the bike and it listed to the side, smashing into a tree and sending fragments of bark spinning into the air. The bike was halted for a moment, allowing Logan to catch his breath before the next stage of his hastily constructed-and somewhat Ill advised-plan.
He heard the muted hiss that heralded the return of that singular annoying tracker beastie, and then the deep groan of ancient wood giving way. Logan decided to help it along, and shoved with all his inhuman, mutant strength.
The bike spun free and tumbled down the hill side before toppling into the ravine below. Logan lay crumpled at the base of the tree, unmoving as the tracker came closer, almost brushing against his cheek. It took all of Logan's willpower-and a great deal more-not to crush the bug, it would endanger too many people.
At last the blasted damn thing left and Logan let out the breath he had been holding before he got up, shrugged his shoulders and began the long walk back to the Mutant refuge.
TBC