Chapter 1
"You're goin' down, Sabertooth," Logan chuckled with the thrill of the battle. He dodged left and right, avoiding his feline-like foe's many futile attacks. Sabertooth let out a low growl.
"Well, Wolverine, we'll see about that." he stopped suddenly and opened his mouth. What came out wasn't a growl, but a blood-curdling shriek. Logan stumbled backward and grabbed his head, trying to stop the throbbing pain.
~~~~~~~~ Logan awoke with a start. He turned his head to the left and glared at his' evil alarm clock of doom'. "Damn, I hat you," he sighed, realizing he was speaking to an inanimate object. Clearing his throat, he stood and walked towards his closet. Pulling out a pair of faded jeans and a black t-shirt, he cleared his throat once again. "Don't tell me I'm catching a cold." He stopped walking. His voice seemed scratchier than normal, and his throat hurt. Figuring that the air was dry, he shrugged it off and went down the stairs to the kitchen.
"Good morning, Logan. Did you sleep well?" Professor Xavier was always the first person in the Institute to wake up.
"No, actually. I had this weird dream. I was fightin' Sabertooth and winning until my alarm went off and killed me." He cleared his throat.
"I see. Are you all right, Logan? You sound like you're losing your voice," Professor X prodded.
Logan sighed. "That's 'cause I am." He turned and walked out of the kitchen.
~~~~~~~ Two weeks later.
Kitty walked down the hall. It was just another boring, rainy day at the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters. She was dieing of boredom and was looking for something to do. She stopped at a small table with a telephone, pad, and pen. Kitty considered making a call to the Brotherhood to see if Lance wanted to do something, but she decided against it. She turned to go to her room and use her own private phone, and was stopped by the form of another mutant blocking her way. "Hi, Mr. Logan! Like, I haven't seen you in a few days. Where have you been?"
Logan trudged to the table and picked up the pen. He scribbled something down onto the pad. He then handed it to Kitty. The note read: 'Sorry, Half- Pint. Lost my voice.' Kitty looked up at him sympathetically. "Oh, yeah. I think I heard Scott tell Jean or something that you had, like, a cold or something. Well, see ya!" The perky teen skipped back down the hall towards her room, leaving Logan to continue his journey to the Danger Room for training.
The new recruits were just coming out, chattering about this and that, care free as usual. It was 'Wolfs bane this' and 'Sunspot that'. Logan simply pushed past them, almost tripping over the handicapped Professor. "Ah, Logan, I've been looking for you." Logan didn't answer, and he apparently couldn't. "Perhaps you should go to a doctor and have you're throat checked. Living with so many people helps spread contagious viruses." He smiled. "I could arrange for Ouroro to go with you if you like." Logan sighed and nodded, giving up. It was no use arguing with the Professor. He always found some way to win you over, whether it was through guilt, intimidation, or even by using his powers to help persuade some one.
~~~~~~ "Hmmmm. Mmmmm hmmm." Logan glared at the doctor who was poking around in his mouth. "Well Logan, you're going to have to have your tonsils removed. It would be in your best interest to have them taken out as soon as possible. I could arrange for your surgery to be tomorrow. Is that good for you?"
Just barely recovering his voice, Logan replied with "Yeah, whatever. Let's just get this over with, eh?" The doctor nodded and wrote down a few notes on his papers.
"Fine then. Tomorrow at 11:30 a.m. Have a nice day, don't forget to pay." The doctor chuckled at his accidental rhyme.
~~~~~~ "Logan, are you awake?" Logan's eyes fluttered open. To his left was the Professor and to his right was Ouroro.
"Yeah, I'm up." Ouroro stepped forward.
"Dou you think you'll have recovered enough to come to dinner?" She rested her hand on Logan's bed.
"Oh, that's right. Its your birthday." He glanced over at the Professor. "Yeah, I'll be there."
~~~~~~~~ Later That Night.
"1.2.3. A 1, 2, 3, 4!" The waiters came out of the kitchen singing a happy birthday song. The set a plate of chocolate cake down in front of the Professor.
"Thank you, every one. But, you know you didn't have to do this," he said once the restaurant staff had left. Smiling, he added, "How ever, I'm glad you did." He continued talking with the others while munching on his cake.
After a while Logan stood. "Excuse me. I've gotta use the little boys' room." He turned and disappeared in a crowd of people.
"Wow, Logan got better real fast," Rogue pointed out.
"Its because he can heal himself, like, super fast, remember?" Kitty grinned. "Kurt, you have frosting all over your face." "Yeah, man. Clean yourself up. You're emb-" Evan's words were lost then. Lost in a scream. Not just any scream, but a cry from none other than.
Logan.
"You're goin' down, Sabertooth," Logan chuckled with the thrill of the battle. He dodged left and right, avoiding his feline-like foe's many futile attacks. Sabertooth let out a low growl.
"Well, Wolverine, we'll see about that." he stopped suddenly and opened his mouth. What came out wasn't a growl, but a blood-curdling shriek. Logan stumbled backward and grabbed his head, trying to stop the throbbing pain.
~~~~~~~~ Logan awoke with a start. He turned his head to the left and glared at his' evil alarm clock of doom'. "Damn, I hat you," he sighed, realizing he was speaking to an inanimate object. Clearing his throat, he stood and walked towards his closet. Pulling out a pair of faded jeans and a black t-shirt, he cleared his throat once again. "Don't tell me I'm catching a cold." He stopped walking. His voice seemed scratchier than normal, and his throat hurt. Figuring that the air was dry, he shrugged it off and went down the stairs to the kitchen.
"Good morning, Logan. Did you sleep well?" Professor Xavier was always the first person in the Institute to wake up.
"No, actually. I had this weird dream. I was fightin' Sabertooth and winning until my alarm went off and killed me." He cleared his throat.
"I see. Are you all right, Logan? You sound like you're losing your voice," Professor X prodded.
Logan sighed. "That's 'cause I am." He turned and walked out of the kitchen.
~~~~~~~ Two weeks later.
Kitty walked down the hall. It was just another boring, rainy day at the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters. She was dieing of boredom and was looking for something to do. She stopped at a small table with a telephone, pad, and pen. Kitty considered making a call to the Brotherhood to see if Lance wanted to do something, but she decided against it. She turned to go to her room and use her own private phone, and was stopped by the form of another mutant blocking her way. "Hi, Mr. Logan! Like, I haven't seen you in a few days. Where have you been?"
Logan trudged to the table and picked up the pen. He scribbled something down onto the pad. He then handed it to Kitty. The note read: 'Sorry, Half- Pint. Lost my voice.' Kitty looked up at him sympathetically. "Oh, yeah. I think I heard Scott tell Jean or something that you had, like, a cold or something. Well, see ya!" The perky teen skipped back down the hall towards her room, leaving Logan to continue his journey to the Danger Room for training.
The new recruits were just coming out, chattering about this and that, care free as usual. It was 'Wolfs bane this' and 'Sunspot that'. Logan simply pushed past them, almost tripping over the handicapped Professor. "Ah, Logan, I've been looking for you." Logan didn't answer, and he apparently couldn't. "Perhaps you should go to a doctor and have you're throat checked. Living with so many people helps spread contagious viruses." He smiled. "I could arrange for Ouroro to go with you if you like." Logan sighed and nodded, giving up. It was no use arguing with the Professor. He always found some way to win you over, whether it was through guilt, intimidation, or even by using his powers to help persuade some one.
~~~~~~ "Hmmmm. Mmmmm hmmm." Logan glared at the doctor who was poking around in his mouth. "Well Logan, you're going to have to have your tonsils removed. It would be in your best interest to have them taken out as soon as possible. I could arrange for your surgery to be tomorrow. Is that good for you?"
Just barely recovering his voice, Logan replied with "Yeah, whatever. Let's just get this over with, eh?" The doctor nodded and wrote down a few notes on his papers.
"Fine then. Tomorrow at 11:30 a.m. Have a nice day, don't forget to pay." The doctor chuckled at his accidental rhyme.
~~~~~~ "Logan, are you awake?" Logan's eyes fluttered open. To his left was the Professor and to his right was Ouroro.
"Yeah, I'm up." Ouroro stepped forward.
"Dou you think you'll have recovered enough to come to dinner?" She rested her hand on Logan's bed.
"Oh, that's right. Its your birthday." He glanced over at the Professor. "Yeah, I'll be there."
~~~~~~~~ Later That Night.
"1.2.3. A 1, 2, 3, 4!" The waiters came out of the kitchen singing a happy birthday song. The set a plate of chocolate cake down in front of the Professor.
"Thank you, every one. But, you know you didn't have to do this," he said once the restaurant staff had left. Smiling, he added, "How ever, I'm glad you did." He continued talking with the others while munching on his cake.
After a while Logan stood. "Excuse me. I've gotta use the little boys' room." He turned and disappeared in a crowd of people.
"Wow, Logan got better real fast," Rogue pointed out.
"Its because he can heal himself, like, super fast, remember?" Kitty grinned. "Kurt, you have frosting all over your face." "Yeah, man. Clean yourself up. You're emb-" Evan's words were lost then. Lost in a scream. Not just any scream, but a cry from none other than.
Logan.