I don't own the X men. This is my first X men FanFic. This story is an AU
SUMMARY:Logan, John, Bobby and Scott are trained assassins since the age of five years old. They're assigned a mission to kill four girls and head to a community to do so, thinking it will be easy. But it isn't as easy as you would expect. They're caught by this; how are they supposed to kill the girls they love? But if not, they'll be caught and killed themselves by either the police or their leader, so what will the boys pick? A momentary period of time with the ones they love, or kill them and get over it, not jeopardizing their own safety?
Pairings: Logan/Ororo, John/Rogue, Bobby/Kitty, Scott/Jean
X CHAPTER 1 X
"Are you kidding me? We could never fall for a girl!" He was tall, with messy brown hair. His bright eyes were covered by a pair of sunglasses. A short-sleeved black and white jacket with a black shirt inside, along with jeans, was what he was wearing.
"I never said that!" his friend defended. "I just said I wonder if a girl would fall for us." He was also tall with blonde hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a dark blue shirt with black jeans.
"Of course a girl would fall for us," another boy, he is the same age as the second boy, smirked. His hair was brown with bleached in blonde streaks while his arrogant smirk was across his dark brown eyes as well. He was wearing black jeans and a long-sleeved black shirt with a leather jacket on top."I mean, we're popular, handsome, perfect, amazing…"
"Don't let that get into your head," the last boy grunted. He was tall, with black hair with a spiky mane, his night-black eyes scorning. He was currently wearing a black shirt and black pants. He was the oldest of the four boys but only by a few months. He was also the tallest, but again by only a little bit.
The second and third boys are both fifteen, but the first and last boy are both sixteen.
"Why not?" the first boy asked snidely.
"Shut up, Scott," the second boy said, exasperated. "Don't get too cocky. Our next mission is going to be any day now."
"Whatever, Bobby. Anyone else excited?" Scott Summers asked.
"Excited? Sure, whatever," the third boy smirked.
"If you can be excited, John," Bobby Drake pointed out. John Allerdyce shrugged.
"How about you, Logan?" Scott asked.
"It's just killing," Logan James Howlett shrugged. "Whatever."
"Boys in Unit One! Come down to the Commander! Boys in Unit One, come down to the Commander."
"Oh, there's our call. C'mon." Scott picked up the lead and walked down the hallway to the Commander's office. John, Bobby, and Logan followed silently.
They were in the group called simply the 'Assassins'. They were well-known as merciless people who would kill without a second thought. These boys, Logan, John, Bobby, and Scott, were trained personally by the Commander to not feel any emotion and to kill expertly without being traced. So far, ten years and the Commander's seeds have grown. The boys, who were known as the Ice-Types, had done their job easily and without restraint. Naturally, the Commander favoured them the most.
Logan, who was the leader of the 'Ice-Types', was cold and apathetic. His black eyes and lightly tanned face never showed emotion other than annoyance, disgust, irritation, or a smirk once in a while. The group had never seen Logan smile, and they had known each other since birth. Never had he laughed either. He was the type to merely go up, corner their target, and slash without a second thought. Logan was best friends with John, and his identification name was Wolverine during 'missions'.
John was arrogant. He didn't usually get angry, and only Logan, Bobby, and Scott had ever seen him furious enough to kill (even though he kills anyway). His brown eyes were too dark to distinguish much emotion. Smirking instead of grinning was what he usually did, but a grin here and there wasn't uncommon. John laughed more easily than Logan but not as much as Scott or Bobby. John was the type for girls, because he would merely charm them, bring them on a date or meet them, and then kill them. John was best friends with Logan and his identification name was Pyro.
Bobby was cheerful and easy to delight. But don't get him wrong; it was merely a decoy and meant to mislead the victim. No regrets were part of his system; all he had was cheerfulness that was genuine. Bobby didn't often get angry, even though he was the most 'emotional' of the group. He's pretty friendly and often dense, but he's much smarter than he seems just to throw the victim off track. He grinned often and laughed whenever anything was remotely funny but was indifferent to the accusing stares of people. Bobby was best friends with Scott and his identification name was Iceman.
Scott was overconfident, but not so much that he would fail in a mission. To sum it up, he was arrogant. He was a playboy but he took his job seriously. Again, he had no regrets and killed easily and skill fully. He smirked a lot and mocked quite commonly. Scott had the same charm as John did, a bit more if John didn't kill him first. He was best friends with Bobby and his identification name was Cyclops.
"So, what's our mission?" Bobby asked eagerly to the Commander, who was behind a shadow of a curtain so even they didn't know the identity of a Commander.
"It's simple," the Commander said in a quiet and sly voice. "Just hunt down the daughter of the president. He has just trespassed a violation of the Assassin organization, and you know what that means." The boys snickered.
"He's going to pay; the hard way!" they chorused. Since just killing the president wouldn't be enough, they had to kill his daughter to cause him more pain. Call them cruel, and they'd just laugh it off before stabbing you in the heart.
I bet you you're thinking 'now that's sure pleasant', but remember, they aren't labelled the Assassins, or the Ice-Types for nothing.
"But I don't need all of you to go," the Commander continued. "Any ways, this is sort of a side job. You have a major one that involves four hard people." Bobby's eyes shined.
"How hard is it?" he inquired eagerly.
"Well, these are hard girls to crack," the Commander said. The boys could just hear a shrug in his voice.
"Girls?" John repeated in disappointment. "Scott and I'll just land them and slash their hearts out. Simple. Why are they hard?" The Commander chuckled.
"It's not that easy, Pyro, Cyclops. How about Ice and Cyclops go hunt down Amariah (A/N: Hebrew name that means 'lightning') and Wolverine and Pyro look at the profiles of the girls?"
"Works for me," Scott shrugged. "Let's go, Bobby." Bobby grinned and high-fived him.
"I call first hit!" he exclaimed.
"That's no fair!" Scott protested, running after his friend. "We have 100% accuracy, remember?"
"Too bad! You got that last time so I call it first!" Bobby yelled back. John and Logan rolled their eyes.
"Well, let's go see who they are," Logan suggested. "Commander, what are the names?"
"The names?" the Commander sounded surprised. "Oh, the names of the girls."
"Yes, those names." John rolled his eyes. "Would you mind telling us why we have to hunt them down?" A low snicker was heard from the Commander's side and Logan and John exchanged an uneasy look.
"Oh, I'm sure you'd actually want to kill these girls," the Commander said slyly.
"Why?" Logan demanded. Another harsh snicker filled the room.
"Why, boys, didn't you always bear a grudge against those who killed your parents?"
X
"So, we're heading to The White House, right?" Scott asked Bobby.
"Seems like it!" Bobby said cheerfully. He readied the weapon in his hand as they walked in the shadows.
"What are you doing here with a weapon? Aren't you under the age of eighteen?" a policeman cam out of the shadows suddenly. Scott immediately slashed forward with a knife and the policeman could only utter an "Assassin!" before breathing no more.
"That was sure easy," Scott shrugged. "I thought they trained policemen better than that."
"So, we leave our mark?" Bobby asked.
"Why not?" Scott shrugged once more. He took out a pocket knife and opened it. Scott carved an A into the dead policemen's forehead. "There ya go. Not going to disappear as easy."
"Let's go now," Bobby grinned.
They laughed and continued on their way, kicking the policeman's body into the street.
When they reached the white house everything was dark except for some of the guards and guard dogs. But the boys could make out a bit of light from the second level and they nodded at each other.
"Remember, I get the first hit!" Bobby hissed.
"Oh, whatever," Scott grumbled. "I'll be there to hit your back." Bobby grinned and climbed up the wall to the second level. Scott climbed up the wall to the roof to watch Bobby's back like he had said.
Then he felt his phone vibrate. Turning it on, Scott saw it was from John and Logan.
"Wonder what they want…" Scott muttered, looking at the text.
X
"Our parents were killed?" Logan managed to say.
"I thought they just left us!" John snarled, gripping his gripping his lighter in his left hand.
"Of course not…they were killed and these girls are the daughters of the murderers of your parents," the Commander purred. Logan's grip on his dagger hilt tightened.
"Seems like we aren't the only ones who murdered in our lifetimes," John tried to joke, but his voice was wavering.
"What are the names?" Logan spat out. The Commander laughed.
"Hold on, hold on," the Commander told him, laughing. "Someone sure is ready to kill." Logan gritted his teeth. "Here are the names."
John grabbed the piece of paper and pulled his friend to their room where he logged onto the informational computer.
"What's your deal?" John hissed at his friend. Logan ignored John and typed in the first girls' name. The name was Katherine Anne Pryde.
"The last name sounds familiar," Logan said, not paying attention to John. "Pryde, Pryde. The girl is the daughter of Theresa, who was killed in a fight to the death with an unidentified personnel. Katherine's nickname is Kitty, and she has three older sisters who are famous in the world. Look up the sisters, we might have to kill them too." John nodded and went on his own computer.
"Pryde Sisters, also known as the Sensational Sisters. They're famous in the acting business and modelling as well. Apparently quite the lookers and they outshine their young sister quite easily."
"Katherine seems to have the love of swimming. She's afraid of bugs. She is a girly girl and a romance freak. Her nickname, and common name, is Kitty."
"How did you get all this information?" John asked. Logan smirked.
"It's called 'hacking'," he replied. John walked over to Logan's computer.
"Hacking? But how?"
"Her personal page. I'm not sure who made this, but it's a site where everything about a person listed."
"Stalkers," John muttered, but went on the same site for a Jean Grey.
"Jean doesn't currently have a nickname. She's shy but can be outgoing and caring. Jean's really good with her friends. Seems to be friends with Kitty, Ororo, and Rogue." John read aloud.
"These are getting interesting," Logan smirked.
"Which one do you think will be easiest to kill?"
"How about Rogue?" John suggested. "I'll take her."
"I'll take Ororo," Logan responded, tripping over the name. "Why on earth is her name Ororo?"
"You sound like you like her," John teased. Logan glared at him.
"I will never like these girls who are the daughters of our parents' killers," he snapped. "Never."
X
Scott looked at the text. It was the names of the girls.
Ororo Munroe
Katherine Pryde
Jean Grey
Rogue D'Ancanto
Scott, you take Jean. Bobby will take Kitty. I take Ororo and John takes Rogue.
-Wolverine
Scott smirked. Jean sounded good.
"I still won't ever fall for her though," Scott decided. "Though she may be interesting, no way."
Then Amariah's scream ripped through the night. After that followed was silence, and a quiet sob of grief.
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