Hello people. normally I write Dragonball Z fanfics but I decided to try something new. This story is based directly after the X-Men movie that was released in '00. I have done my best to research the charecters that I will include in this story but anything that I get completly wrong, feel free and tell me. Small things, such as misspellings, please don't bother me with. This story has nothing to do with the comic book, or TV series storyline's, so don't tell me that it is impossible for this person and that person to fall in love. or that he would never beat that guy because in episode 724 his power was taken away by the big red dude. Just read, review, and enjoy.
(a/n means authors note, in case I make a mistake, or I do something kinda hard to understand I will add this to clArify things.)
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Just The Beginning Chapter 1
Deep in the Canadian mountains the snow threw itself upon the landscape. The ground lay buried in a blanket of flakes, never once growing a hint of grass at all. The peaks of the mountains were so covered in snow as to have not seen the light of the sun in hundreds of years. Wind whipped through the trees, destroying old, dead wood, and making way for new trees to grow.
A small sapling, not more then a month old had sprouted from the ground, looking for all the world like a weed. It would be hundreds of years before it could join its proud brothers that stood so tall nearby, swaying in the wind. It reached for the sky with a will like no other living thing. The will of life.
Seconds later, where the young sapling had been starting its journey to the sun, there now sat a boot. The snow fell swiftly, begining to blanket the boot, untill it lifted off once again. Logan looked around at the snow covered valley he was in. He had been travelling for five days through the mountains in search of the complex Professor Xavier told him about. But nearing the end of the sixth day he was begining to wonder if it even existed. he knew thre professor wouldn't lie to him, but that didn't mean it wasn't buried under thirty feet of snow.
Logan stopped and leaned against a tree pulling a map and a cigar. He lit the cigar as he studied the crude map he had made off of the schools computer. He was close, how close was impossible to say, he was traveling on his instincts as he always had. He sniffed the air softly to check for danger, and when he did not detect anything but the strong odor of his cigar he leaned his head back against the tree, closing his eyes.
He awoke with a start sometime later. He had not planned to fall asleep, but then again he hadn't slept scince he left the school. He looked down and saw that he was blanketed in snow. Logan then stood up and shook off the snow. He saw a deep burn in his jacket and realized he must have dropped the cigar. He glanced around, out of habit really more then anything, and started to walk again. It was nightime and the moon was fill, giving him plenty of light to walk by. The straps from his backpack flapped in the wind as he trudged through the snow.
After nearly a mile, Logan stopped walking when his feet walked on something other then dirt. He leaned down and dug away the snow. Beneath he discovered a chain link fence. It was red with rust and age. He saw small coils of wire wrapped around the main pole and realized that it had at one time been electrified.
He looked up and saw the small cliff he had been heading toward to get a better view of the landscape. Now, at the base of the cliff, he could see an entrance to what he knew was the base he had been searching for. The compound that held his past. Standing up, he sniffed the air for any signs of danger and slowly walked toward the cliff.
He lightly tensed the muscles in his forearms and felt his claws push softly at the skin above his knuckles. As he neared the compound he saw what appeared to be vehicles, hum-vees in fact. They were covered with snow and as useless as the fence that had collapsed. He passed the trucks and walked toward the entrance.
It had been dug directly into the cliff face. Beside the sliding steel doors Logan saw a number pad. Written in big red letters above the keypad were the words AUTHORIZED PERSONEL ONLY. Logan chuckled to himself and said to no one in particular, "Wonder if I'm authorized."
The door didn' budge as he pulled at it. It was rusted shut. He extended a claw and thrust it in between the doors. His arm strained at the door but it refused to reveal its screts. He pulled his claw out of the door and back into his arm, sighing as the wound closed.
Walking back to the hum-vees he dug away the mound of snow that had piled up. On the back of the jeep was an emblem of a cobra, curling itself around an X. When he pulled on handle of the door it did not suprise him when it didn't open. He was suprised however when the glass didn't shatter as he threw his fist at it. Bullet proof glass. He pulled his arm back once again and thrust it forward, extending his claws as he did so. They penetrated the glass and this time it broke as his fist followed the adamantium claws. A few more punches and the door was clear of glass.
He leaned in slowly and looked around. It was dark in the car untill he pulled out his little flashlight and shined it around. The inside smelled old, full of moist fungus. He pushed aside a gas can and found what he was lookign for. Logan put away his flashlight and pulled out the crowbar.
The door groaned as he jammed the bar in between the metal. He pulled hard and felt the door give way slightly. He pulled with all his might and the metal gave, sliding open with a metallic screech. He leaned in slowly and inhaled the stale air. It was cold, and there was a stench of chemicals in the air. He pulled out his flashlight and walked slowly into the corridor.
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Back at the School for Gifted Youngsters, Professor Charles Xavier slowly rolled down the hallway, listening to the silence. The children were all asleep, except for the few that didn't need sleep, and they were quiet enough so as not to wake the others. The last week had been very much of a blur to some of them. Most of them learned of the goings-on through a grapevine the students called the Fone, a sytem where the few telepathic children would relay what they could pick up tp the rest of the students.
It was not forbidden and the Professor was actually proud that they were excercising their powers and learning to work together. He knew of the Fone, as did the rest of the staff, but they were requested to behave as if they did not. He had heard the children talking, and almost laughed out loud when he realized what kinds of yarns they had developed after the information had been passed through the Fone.
But it was a time for caution for the X-Men, while they had defeated Magneto, the Professor knew as well as Eric, that he would not remain imprisoned for long. And there were other complications. Neither Sabertooth, nor Toad's bodies had been found. Apparently Mystique had switched sides, but with the criminal element of somebody, it was always impossible to tell.
And then there was those had followed Senator Kelly, a few of the dissedents from his movements against the mutants had formed a group called WHAM, Worlds Humanity Against Mutants, headed by RIck Lozlow CEO of LozTech industries. But they had taken his ideals one step further. They were no longer pressing for mutant registration, they were now screaming for the complte eradication of all mutants. The government still had yet to pay any attention to their barbaric proposal, but the government was not what worried Xavier, he knew that they would never allow another holocaust. What worried him, was what WHAM would do when the government continued to ignore them. LozTech was a company devoted to the development of new technoligies, as well as having divisions in many other departments. The Professor knew they even had a contract with the military to develop defense weopons.
Xavier had faith in his students, but he was not a fool. Overconfidence could be ones downfall. The younger children were still far to young to fight, but the Professor would never ask them to anyway. But that did not mean that he would not need help. And so began his search for what he hoped would be the end of this conflict. His search for more mutants that would assist them.
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Well there ya have it. My first chapter. tell me what you think. I do plan on putting out more.
(a/n means authors note, in case I make a mistake, or I do something kinda hard to understand I will add this to clArify things.)
*****
Just The Beginning Chapter 1
Deep in the Canadian mountains the snow threw itself upon the landscape. The ground lay buried in a blanket of flakes, never once growing a hint of grass at all. The peaks of the mountains were so covered in snow as to have not seen the light of the sun in hundreds of years. Wind whipped through the trees, destroying old, dead wood, and making way for new trees to grow.
A small sapling, not more then a month old had sprouted from the ground, looking for all the world like a weed. It would be hundreds of years before it could join its proud brothers that stood so tall nearby, swaying in the wind. It reached for the sky with a will like no other living thing. The will of life.
Seconds later, where the young sapling had been starting its journey to the sun, there now sat a boot. The snow fell swiftly, begining to blanket the boot, untill it lifted off once again. Logan looked around at the snow covered valley he was in. He had been travelling for five days through the mountains in search of the complex Professor Xavier told him about. But nearing the end of the sixth day he was begining to wonder if it even existed. he knew thre professor wouldn't lie to him, but that didn't mean it wasn't buried under thirty feet of snow.
Logan stopped and leaned against a tree pulling a map and a cigar. He lit the cigar as he studied the crude map he had made off of the schools computer. He was close, how close was impossible to say, he was traveling on his instincts as he always had. He sniffed the air softly to check for danger, and when he did not detect anything but the strong odor of his cigar he leaned his head back against the tree, closing his eyes.
He awoke with a start sometime later. He had not planned to fall asleep, but then again he hadn't slept scince he left the school. He looked down and saw that he was blanketed in snow. Logan then stood up and shook off the snow. He saw a deep burn in his jacket and realized he must have dropped the cigar. He glanced around, out of habit really more then anything, and started to walk again. It was nightime and the moon was fill, giving him plenty of light to walk by. The straps from his backpack flapped in the wind as he trudged through the snow.
After nearly a mile, Logan stopped walking when his feet walked on something other then dirt. He leaned down and dug away the snow. Beneath he discovered a chain link fence. It was red with rust and age. He saw small coils of wire wrapped around the main pole and realized that it had at one time been electrified.
He looked up and saw the small cliff he had been heading toward to get a better view of the landscape. Now, at the base of the cliff, he could see an entrance to what he knew was the base he had been searching for. The compound that held his past. Standing up, he sniffed the air for any signs of danger and slowly walked toward the cliff.
He lightly tensed the muscles in his forearms and felt his claws push softly at the skin above his knuckles. As he neared the compound he saw what appeared to be vehicles, hum-vees in fact. They were covered with snow and as useless as the fence that had collapsed. He passed the trucks and walked toward the entrance.
It had been dug directly into the cliff face. Beside the sliding steel doors Logan saw a number pad. Written in big red letters above the keypad were the words AUTHORIZED PERSONEL ONLY. Logan chuckled to himself and said to no one in particular, "Wonder if I'm authorized."
The door didn' budge as he pulled at it. It was rusted shut. He extended a claw and thrust it in between the doors. His arm strained at the door but it refused to reveal its screts. He pulled his claw out of the door and back into his arm, sighing as the wound closed.
Walking back to the hum-vees he dug away the mound of snow that had piled up. On the back of the jeep was an emblem of a cobra, curling itself around an X. When he pulled on handle of the door it did not suprise him when it didn't open. He was suprised however when the glass didn't shatter as he threw his fist at it. Bullet proof glass. He pulled his arm back once again and thrust it forward, extending his claws as he did so. They penetrated the glass and this time it broke as his fist followed the adamantium claws. A few more punches and the door was clear of glass.
He leaned in slowly and looked around. It was dark in the car untill he pulled out his little flashlight and shined it around. The inside smelled old, full of moist fungus. He pushed aside a gas can and found what he was lookign for. Logan put away his flashlight and pulled out the crowbar.
The door groaned as he jammed the bar in between the metal. He pulled hard and felt the door give way slightly. He pulled with all his might and the metal gave, sliding open with a metallic screech. He leaned in slowly and inhaled the stale air. It was cold, and there was a stench of chemicals in the air. He pulled out his flashlight and walked slowly into the corridor.
* * * *
Back at the School for Gifted Youngsters, Professor Charles Xavier slowly rolled down the hallway, listening to the silence. The children were all asleep, except for the few that didn't need sleep, and they were quiet enough so as not to wake the others. The last week had been very much of a blur to some of them. Most of them learned of the goings-on through a grapevine the students called the Fone, a sytem where the few telepathic children would relay what they could pick up tp the rest of the students.
It was not forbidden and the Professor was actually proud that they were excercising their powers and learning to work together. He knew of the Fone, as did the rest of the staff, but they were requested to behave as if they did not. He had heard the children talking, and almost laughed out loud when he realized what kinds of yarns they had developed after the information had been passed through the Fone.
But it was a time for caution for the X-Men, while they had defeated Magneto, the Professor knew as well as Eric, that he would not remain imprisoned for long. And there were other complications. Neither Sabertooth, nor Toad's bodies had been found. Apparently Mystique had switched sides, but with the criminal element of somebody, it was always impossible to tell.
And then there was those had followed Senator Kelly, a few of the dissedents from his movements against the mutants had formed a group called WHAM, Worlds Humanity Against Mutants, headed by RIck Lozlow CEO of LozTech industries. But they had taken his ideals one step further. They were no longer pressing for mutant registration, they were now screaming for the complte eradication of all mutants. The government still had yet to pay any attention to their barbaric proposal, but the government was not what worried Xavier, he knew that they would never allow another holocaust. What worried him, was what WHAM would do when the government continued to ignore them. LozTech was a company devoted to the development of new technoligies, as well as having divisions in many other departments. The Professor knew they even had a contract with the military to develop defense weopons.
Xavier had faith in his students, but he was not a fool. Overconfidence could be ones downfall. The younger children were still far to young to fight, but the Professor would never ask them to anyway. But that did not mean that he would not need help. And so began his search for what he hoped would be the end of this conflict. His search for more mutants that would assist them.
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Well there ya have it. My first chapter. tell me what you think. I do plan on putting out more.