The Perfect Mutant
Dreams and Betrayal
"Murderer!
"Child molester!"
"Child killer!"
"Betrayer!"
The voices went on and on. Each shout more vindictive than the last. All of them women.
"Who are you?" he asks.
"Who are we?! So disrespectful that you can't even remember us! We who gave our lives for you!"
"I can't remember!" he cried agonizingly. "Help me to remember!"
"Don't you remember me, darling?" a silver haired woman said, stepping from the mist that surrounded him.
"Who are you?" he asked again.
"Why, Silver Fox, darling. We met when I was just 12 years old. We loved like adults, though. And then you let me die. Child killer! Molester!"
"And of course, there's me," said a petite Japanese woman.
"And you are?"
"Mariko. Your fiancé. We were together for some time, but you had to play hero. You couldn't respect a simple thing like family honor. You cheated. You killed my father dishonorably. You left me without a husband or a father. And then you came back to finish the work of my father's enemies. You finished what the poison started. It was your claws that bore through my heart, ending my life. What a loving husband you made. Cheater!!!!!! Disgracer!!!!!!!!
"Don't forget me," came another voice.
Out stepped a tall Japanese woman.
"You! You're Stryker's assistant! Yuriko."
"And your wife!" she shouted back.
"What! I never met you before that day at Alkali Lake."
"Liar! We spent years together. You worked for my father before the war. We were promised to each other. And then you just disappeared. Only for me to find out that you not only betrayed me but my father too. You killed him. Killed him in cold blood just for doing what you volunteered for. Stryker took me in after that. Gave me my claws. And gave me the perfect opportunity to use them against you. And you! You Betrayer, you didn't even recognize me! You skewered me without mercy!"
"And of course, there's me," came a fourth voice.
Jean stepped out, joining his three other accusers.
"You always claimed to love me. But look at what you've done. You would die for those Mutants that think of you as just a goddamned freak! You would die for them!"
"No I would die for you! I would have if I could have made you right again."
"Liar!!!!!!!!!!!!! You were just like them, thinking that I needed to be fixed!!!!"
"Betrayer!!... Child molester!!... Liar!!... Deceiver!!... Killer!!... Monster!!!!!!"
And as one they attacked en masse. And he just stood and took the abuse, knowing that of all the things that they said, one was most true. He was a monster.
He felt the claws of Yuriko slide into his stomach and couldn't prevent the howl of pain.
Screaming, he woke up.
"Logan! Ya alright in there?" came Marie's soft inquiry.
Breathing hard Logan looked at the door, bits and pieces of the dream returning to him. The dreams had progressively been getting worse since Jean's death.
It was as though the door that had been locked in his mind, trapping all his memories was slowly opening.
And the look of the man that he was getting from these dreams wasn't a pleasant one.
"Yeah, kid. I'm ok."
"Sure ya don't want meh to come in?" she asked.
He sighed, knowing that he wouldn't be able to hide from her much longer.
"Come in, Kid," he growled.
She came opened the door bearing his mark, and silently walked in.
'She's learning' he thought. 'She was using the instincts and memories of the Wolverine, without even realizing it.'
She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him, taking in the sheen of sweat coating his body, the tangled sheets and the way he kept cracking his knuckles.
"The dreams have been getting worse, aren't they, sugah?" she asked.
He growled. He should have known that she would have figured out that the dreams continue to haunt him. After all, she did carry a large part of him inside her head, even with the cure.
The cure had removed her mutation, but it could do nothing about the memories that she already carried inside of her.
"Yeah, they have. I need… I need…" he stuttered.
"You need ta leave sugah."
He looked at her in shock.
"Don't be so shocked, Logan. Ah have ah piece of ya in here, remember," she said, tapping her head. "The Wolverine in here is getting ah little antsy since ah've kept him caged for some time. Ah figured that ya would need to get away as well… especially what happened with the Professor, Scott and Jean."
"The Professor and Jean, I can understand you saying that I miss them. But … One-Eye! Blech. I say, Good Riddance," he growled.
"Growl all ya want, Logan, but ah know ya. And ya miss Scott as much as ya miss Jean and the Professor! And the animal in ya is impatient to get out of here and onto the open spaces. Ya need it Logan."
"But the school…"
"The school has to grieve. They've lost ah lot; we've lost ah lot, true, but you're not going to help by not listening to ya instincts and then growling, snapping and snarling at everyone after. This will be good for ya and the rest of us."
"You're sure that you won't need me?" he asked bluntly.
She blushed slightly at that.
Ah'm ah big girl Logan. Ah can take care of mahself. You've made sure of that."
"That's not what I mean. How are things goin' between you and Ice Boy? You worked things out with him yet?"
Her face hardened a bit at that.
"Bobby and I understand each other," she growled. "We stay out of each other's way so as to prevent murder from happening. Ah don't see him, Ah cain't kill him. Simple."
Logan laughed. "I see some of my traits have rubbed off on you kid."
They were silent for a while and then Marie said, "You know what ah said is true, Logan."
"Yeah, I know, kid. But I'm coming back. I gave you my dog tags again and I mean to reclaim them when I get back. Even if it is just to give Ice Boy a sound beating for abandoning ya."
"But ah'm fine Logan. And if it's me that's been keeping ya here, then by all means, you have my blessing to leave."
"You know me well, kid."
"So when ah ya leaving?"
"Might as well get things on the way. I'll leave in the morning."
"He's gone," the informant whispered into the satellite phone.
"How long?" she asked.
"Just over four hours."
"The Wolverine is so predictable. Some protector he's made himself to be!"
"Should we begin phase one?" the informant asked.
"Start the process. I don't want her to know anything about the extraction. I expect her at thee designated place at 0100 hours."
"Yes ma'am."
"And remember, I don't accept failure," she said coldly, and with a click disconnected the call.
With a shiver of fear, the informer put the satellite phone away; thinking of all the things to be done for Rogue to begin her new life.
With a grin of pure hatred at the thought of what was to come for the unsuspecting girl, the informant walked down the hallway and knocked on the door marked "Rogue".
"Come in," came the invitation.
"Hey Rogue. How you're holding up?" the informant asked.
"Ah'm fine. Just a little hungry. Ah stayed up all night with Logan talking."
"How about I bring up some leftovers for you. You can take a little nap in the meantime."
"Thanks, so much. I don't know what I'd do without you. You're such a good friend."
Smiling, the informant calmly went down to the kitchen to prepare the breakfast for the naïve girl, returning friendly greetings to all the mutants that passed. All the while, none of them knew of the plot taking place that could mean the destruction of them all.
Fixing a plate of toasted sandwiches and lemonade, the betrayer calmly retrieved the vial of potent liquid from its hiding place in plain sight, and poured the mixture that would change the life of Rogue forever.
A/N: So this is the first chapter of my first fanfic. What do you think of it? R & R please!!!!!!!!!! Good or bad feedback will be appreciated. Thanks so much to my beta, Sublime Angel (who was so caught up reading this chapter that she didn't beta it). And you were right. If you could you could get me hooked on fanfics. Again chica, thanks so much, you inspire me.