Beyond Evolution

Chapter 1:She's gone...?

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Subject: Logan aka Wolverine

Location: Xavier Mansion

Date: June 10

It had been almost a year since Logan left the X mansion late at night. He had left without a word to anyone, anything, or any piece of paper. He hadn't even left a note. From there he had successfully crossed the border into Canada, his home land, and had been surviving in the woods there.

To get some extra money he had gone back to cage fighting, which gave him enough cash to buy food when he wasn't well or was just to lazy to hunt it down. He had lived in the woods, just as his instincts were taught to tell him. The rush of the woods and being in the wild was exhilarating, and had brought his senses back to normal after the shock of Jean's death. He didn't feel sorry about leaving, not one bit. For some odd reason though, he had felt a pull to return to the Xavier mansion. He didn't know why. He didn't like kids, with the exception of Marie.

In the wild he felt excited and free, while at the mansion he was calm, peaceful.

Which was why he had decided to return after almost a year to the day. The trip back to Westchester had been easy enough, after all, his senses knew exactly which direction to go by the scents. Right now he was standing at the gates, smoking a cigar. The smoke rolled gently out of his nostrils. He was only smoking it to dull the smell of everything around, all of the students and teachers. He could pick out the familiar scents, though there were hundreds of new ones. He knew that if he didn't dull his sense of smell now, he'd go insane before he got to see Professor X. With the cigar fully burnt, he threw it to the ground, rubbing it out beneath his motorcycle boot. The bike sat behind him, quiet. The sun was setting on Westchester, and he figured he was just in time for dinner. With a small sigh he opened the gates to the mansion after swiping his security card. He didn't feel like dodging lasers at the moment.

As he stepped into the school, his dulled smell still made him growl lightly under his breath. This was not going to be good. The racket coming from the direction of the kitchens/cafeteria told him that dinner was started, and the students were in there. Great, it gave him time to get to Prof. X, then maybe have dinner alone. He quickly started towards the study, reaching the doors and quickly barging through them. The old cue ball sat at his desk, looking up at Logan as if he expected to see him there.

'Well...what do you expect?' He asked himself sarcastically as the Professor looked at him straight on.

"Logan, what brings you back to us so suddenly?" The professor finally asked in a very non-chalant voice, threading his fingers together. Logan let out a snort.

"Nothin'. Thought I'd come back and teach your new students how to be a real X-Man." He replied in his gruff tones, taking the opportunity to sniff the air. God, all of the scents were making his head swim.

"Where's Marie?" He asked after a few seconds of listening to the second hand on the clock tick from second to second. It was very annoying, actually. The Professor just looked at him, a solemn look across his face. Logan felt his heart rate make a large jump. Why was he so silent when it came to Marie?

"She ran away just after you disappeared. We haven't seen her since." He seemed so cool headed about it. Logan felt his blood pressure rise, his heart rate pounding in his ears. Marie ran away and he was being chalant about it! Oh, no one knew how much he wanted to strangle the old man right now. The Professor reached into his desk, pulling out what looked like to be a...diary?

'Oh Christ almighty, please don't tell me that the head chochise of the Xavier Institute writes in a diary...what a pansy.' He thought to himself. Prof. X must have read his thoughts because he started chuckling.

"No Logan, this journal is not mine. In fact, it's Marie's. I want you to read it...and then track her down. We are worried about her and where she might be. Especially with Magneto and Mystique following her closely now." Logan simply nodded, though he wasn't exactly thrilled about having to look at her diary. No doubt he'd be reading through a bunch of girlish non sense about boys. (Bobby mainly. After all, she kissed the kid.).

Logan growled slightly under his breath, taking the journal from the table rather roughly. It turned out to be a lined spiral binder, but it looked like well over half of it was written on. She must have been writing in it before she ran away, if she ran away right after he left. Though he had to wonder, had she taken all of her things? It would make his job a lot easier if she had left one thing, anything. Marie was like his not-so-little-baby-sister to him, and he wanted her safe and sound back at the mansion as soon as possible.

"Wait a second Wheels...did she leave anything in her room? A note..clothing?" Anything that had her scent on it would help him. He hadn't noticed it before, but her scent was no where to be found in the house. He hadn't smelled it out on the lawns, he hadn't smelled her in the halls. And he certainly didn't smell her here. Not her perfume, or that natural scent she carried along with her all the time.

"When we realized she was gone, her room was completely cleaned out. No clothes, none of her belongings, nothing but the diary we found in the bottom of one of her drawers in the fake bottom. Something tells me that she either forgot about it or didn't have time to grab it before she made her escape. What puzzles me more is why she left. So, do you accept this mission Wolverine?" He looked Logan straight in the eye, that look that was very endearing yet persuasive all on it's own. Logan sat in silence for a moment, just to make it seem like he was deciding. Though, his mind was already made up. He would look for Marie, and he would bring her back all in one piece.

"Yeah, whatever." He finally agreed in a gruff tone, ending the conversation. Without a goodbye, he headed out the door and towards his room. He was determined to make it there before everyone started flowing out of the kitchen, and he would have to chat it up with kids. Not that he would, anyway.

He reached his room just in time to hear students walking by, quite loudly at that. He'd have to teach them what the requirements were for living near him in this place, because after all, he had been here first. His room was the same as it had been when he left, everything was un touched. The clothes he had thrown on the floor were still there, and his pleasant chaos was still there to lull him into security. He threw himself onto his bed, still holding Marie's journal in his hands. He didn't want to open it, as nosy as he was about things. It just didn't feel right , as shocking as that may seem.

Pushing those thoughts aside, he cracked the journal open to the first page, acquainting himself with Marie's neat, girlish handwriting.

April 13

Everything is freakin' confusing. Bobby kissed me at the lake, but now he seems to ignore my exsistance. Just like everyone I left behind in Meridian. The only person I have to turn to now is Logan..and that isn't even all that successful. Sure I can talk to him, but Logan isn't much of a talker if you get my drift. As in he'll talk, but you can't really have an animated conversation with him. It's a saving grace and a curse at the same time. At least he doesn't chat my ear off. Though, I can't help btu feel a bit of a connection with Logan, and it's past the little bit of him in my subconscious. Maybe it's because we're so alike..but whatever, I still like that I can talk to him. I can't truly talk to anyone else, because no one else understands...

Logan turned the page, smirking at what Marie had already written, reading this was going to be interesting after all...

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