Disclaimer: I still don't own X-Men; I don't even own this original Idea. Trust me, you'll lose more money than you'll make sueing me.

a/n: This is an adaptation to the actual comic, only slightly skewed. This is also a continuation of my original story.

The Bleak Future

Kate Pryde walked through the reminisces of New York City. Everything was gone; the onyx black streets were no more than heaps scrap iron and mildewy cement. The sapphire skies were now a mere smog gray. Everyone was distraught, withered, and pitiful. It didn't always look like this. Kate used to live up to her name, Pryde, but there was little to none left. She now walks with sorrow-streaked cheeks.

"I must find Logan!" she repeated under her breath several times. Rummaging through the streets was not fun. The rogues were always around, hunting down people as if they were prey. But her worst fear was the Sentinels. She saw most of her friends die in front of her eyes. Watching Kurt die was horrible, she still suffers night terrors from it; but thinking about her favorite fuzzy-elf only made her trudge harder.

She never saw the trap, "WOULPH!!!" She crashed down a trap door and spiraled down to a dark abyss. She was stunned for a second then got back up, that's when she felt a sharp throb in her left ankle. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" she muttered to herself. She fell into a sinkhole, a rogue trap used to catch unsuspecting citizens. They attack both human, mutant, or Anamolous. In the future, everyone is classified into three groups: humans, they were allowed to breed. Anamolous, normal people possessing the chance to have powers, they weren't allowed to breed. Neither were mutants, they are the bottom of the food chain.

"Well boys, look at the chickee we caught," Three boys in Technicolor, started to close in on her. One donning a green Mohawk with umpteen tattoos paced forward with a shank.

"Here chick, chick, chick, chicken legs, I thinks we gonna have wicht you."

"Aw Dawg man, da bitch is a mutie!" yelled short black guy with a pink Afro.

"That makes it all the sweeter." Kate was taught how to read a guy only by the look in his eyes. She saw only lust, and madness. Frantically, she searched for an escape, a weapon; anything but there was nothing around. She thought of the only thing she could.

"Hey, ever hear of the X-Men?" and she snapped her good leg right to his groin. As he doubled over in pain, immense pain, Kate rolled back on to her feet. Still feeling the throbbing pain of her ankle. "Dammit," she muttered coolly under her breath.
"George, Rosso, get the Mutie, NOW!!" yelled the temporarily castrated rogue. They never saw anyone behind them in the shadows; he was a relatively short man with hair pointed to the sides. He was both disgusted and proud of what he saw in the fight. Disgusted with the intensions of the rogues but proud of the fact his former student took a chunk out of his pride.

"Didn't mommy teach ya never to hit a lady?" Logan stepped out of the shadows to reveal the same old Logan, skin and soul.

"What are you lookin' at half-pint?" The man Kate kicked regained his "skewed" ego and turned back at him. "You didn't see nothin' ya hear, unless you got somthen ta say 'bout it." CLICK His shank was a switchblade, and he was waving it menacing towards Logan.

"Nice trick, wanna see mine?" snikt They all gasped at Logan's claws, the now know exactly who he is. He was the Mutant fugitive the sentinels never caught. All three ran back with their tails between their legs. The Wolverine was back in New York.