Title: Hundred
Summary: Logan's starting to remember the past, but without Xavier's help, will Logan be able to cope with it?
Notes: I have a list of 100 word prompts that I've decided to go through in an attempt to start writing again. The prompt word will be the title for each chapter and if I can't get the word in, it will at least inspire the story in some way.
Set after X3- Xavier, Jean & Scott are all dead (or are they?), Magneto & Rogue have been cured.

Also, I might change a few facts from XMO: Wolverine seeing as poor traumatised Logan doesn't really have that much to be traumatised by, besides from one dead girlfriend who in the end, wasn't dead (until she then died after he forgot who she was).
The title comes from the fact I have 100 words to write about, whether I make it is another thing.
I have some knowledge of the comics, but I wouldn't say I'm a geek with it. I know more than someone who just has just watched the films, but not enough to be some crazy X-Men expert.

1. Destroy

He wasn't going to let it be her decision.

Storm stood by the window looking out at the vast gardens of the school.

"We're supposed to be helping them," Logan said.

Turning to look at him, Ororo's face had a look of sadness to it. "I wanna help them all, Logan. But she's not a mutant any more and that was her choice. You want me to turn away someone else who's in need because of her?"

"Why does it have to be a choice between the two?"

"We don't have that much room left, Logan. More mutants are choosing to come here, barely a week goes by where someone else doesn't come to that door looking for a place to feel safe. I can't turn them away for a human."

Logan looked darkly as her but said nothing for a moment. "She can have my room then."

"What?"

"It's a perfect solution, you're getting the space and she gets to stay. Where do you want her to go, Storm? Back home?"

"It's where she belongs."

"She belongs here."

Storm sighed and moved to the desk, sitting down on the chair and briefly glancing at the paperwork she was behind with. She needed to get on with that and stop arguing with Logan over things she knew neither of them would change their minds about. "Okay, she has your room, that's fine with me."

"Thank you," Logan said, immediately turning and leaving the room, slamming the door behind him.

Ororo turned to the framed picture of Charles Xavier on the wall, his kind smile looking out across the room. "You never said it would be this hard."

Logan went to Marie's room as soon as he finished with Storm. His anger was subsiding, the idea of the girl having a place to stay more important than anything else, but getting there, he found the room empty, both of the person he sought and possessions. His first thought was Bobby and he went to his room. Bobby was there but hadn't seen Marie.
If he sensed Wolverine's worry about where the girl was, he didn't ask. Instead of going from one destination to another, Logan tracked back to Marie's room, picking up the girls scent and tracing it back towards his room, where he found her waiting. Her bags packed ready to leave, but there she was, sat in what would soon be her new room.

He sighed with relief that he found her and smiled at her. "I've been looking all over for you."

"Well, if you'd have been where you should have been, you'd have found me."

"Look, about Storm..."

"There's no need to say anything. I know how she feels..."

"I've spoke to her..."

"...I've already made up my mind."

Logan felt something inside him die. "You're gonna go?"

She nodded. "It's the right thing to do."

"But you can stay," Logan said, walking into the room and over to the bed where Marie sat.

"If I stayed, it wouldn't be fair. Least of all, me. I'm not a mutant any more, I don't need to go to a school for mutants. Don't you see, Logan, I get a chance to be what I've always wanted to be... free."

He sighed as he looked at her, before moving to sit beside her on the bed. "Well, I can't say I blame ya, kid."

"It's usually you walking out on me," she said. It wasn't meant as a joke but she saw he found no humour in her words. In fact, he looked a little hurt by them.

"I always come back."

She nodded. "Me too."

Getting up off the bed, she turned to pick up her bag. Logan grabbed her hand and held it in his, before kissing the back of her hand.

She smiled. He had so many strange old ways about him, that there was no way he could only be as old as he looked. She wondered how many years lurked behind those eyes and wished she knew for certain.

"I'll miss you," she confirmed.

"I'll be right here," he promised back to her. Then he let her go.

Logan was in a mood.

That much was clear. Marie had said goodbye to her before she went, seemed to have no hard feelings, but Logan didn't share the sentiment. he was angry with Storm and not long after Marie had gone, Logan took the motorbike once belonging to Scott and headed out himself.

She had no idea if he planned to return, but in the end, she couldn't afford to worry about that. All he'd said to her on the way out was that 'she got what she wanted' and then he'd left.

It hadn't been what she wanted, but she had to make a set of ground rules, had to know what the line was and what she would and wouldn't allow. And just because Logan liked Marie a lot, and Bobby was dating her, didn't mean she could break a rule for her that she wouldn't break for anyone else.

She'd been asleep for hours when she heard him return, his bedroom door slamming shut. Ororo sighed at the noise, grateful there wasn't too many people on this floor to disturb. It wasn't as though she could say anything to him, not with his obvious anger towards her right now. But she wouldn't let him get away with it for any longer than one night. The kids came first, and with everyone else who had once stood with her to teach them right from wrong now gone, she'd guessed she'd have to do it alone.

Destroy them.

That was all he had to do.

That was his focus, his task.

The enemy had to be destroyed and he had them in his sights.

Destroy them.

He couldn't see the building he was approaching, just the outer wall.
Destroy it. Destroy them.

He stopped at the wall, looked beyond the gate.
A place like this would have security. Alarms.

He'd destroy them too.

Destroy it all.

He looked at the building.

At the mansion.

School for the gifted.

Destroy it.

TBC

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