Prologue
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Wolverine walked the streets with his hands in his pockets. To most it would have been a casual gesture but to him it was a way to keep calm. For him to keep himself away from the trouble that always follows him. It would take a few extra seconds to bring out his claws like this, and that's exactly what he needed.
He searched the dark alleyways as he passed them. There is nothing out of the ordinary about them. They're just the same old places, the same ones which he remembers finding people to fight. When he couldn't handle not fighting, he would come and seek out some drunk, high, or overall arrogant bastard he could find in some alley. They were never missed, and no one went looking for them. Out here on the streets it was survive or be crushed, and that was almost litteral.
A sound caught his attention as he passed by another nondescript alley. He stopped and flattened himself against the nearest wall to listen.
"… the fuck are you doing?"
"It is time for you to get what's coming to you fag."
"… he's right, you deserve this …"
Wolverine was confused. What the fuck were they talking about?
"… leave him out of this. He didn't do anythin'."
"It is not your place to decide that."
Alright … this is weird …
It was the sound of a gunshot that got him to look around the corner and into the alley. He watched, frozen in place as if by some invisible force, as things unfolded. A boy with long black hair stood in the middle of some others, and he looked angry and betrayed. There was another boy, this one with brown hair, that stood beside him with a determined air to him.
"I will leave then. It's not like you guys can do that much to me anyway." The black haired boy said.
"I am going with him. You guys have no right to do this." The brunette said.
"Jus 'cause he's the son of our previous leader don't mean he can be the one in charge now. I think we should teach him a lesson. What d'you think boys?" another man said. This one had blonde hair and bright glowing green eyes. Wolverine clenched his fists and kept standing where he was.
"… yeah. Let's teach him a les'on." Said another boy. Wolverine could not see him from where he stood. The black haired boy got into a fighting stance as the blonde advanced on him. In minutes there were blades and sharp pieces of glass sticking out of the black haired boy's body. The brunette who had so gallantly stood by him was dead on the ground nearby.
The boy snarled and pulled the blades out of his body. He picked at the glass but found it impossible to remove.
"I won't forget this." He said as he started walking toward Wolverine. With a loud snap a bullet was fired, the boy dodging out of the way almost as if he weren't injured at all.
"That was a big mistake Dalton." He said as he turned to face the blonde who was holding onto a rifle. It was easy to see that he was a bit anxious about what he was doing.
The raven haired boy growled and side stepped another bullet as the blonde fired again. The others pulled out guns of their own and started firing as well. Wolverine watched as the bullets bounced off of the boy. It was almost as if there were some kind of shield protecting him. Shield? Is he some kind of mutant?
Then he saw it. The shadows seemed a lot thicker around the boy and he could see tendrils of darkness there as well. The boy seemed unaware of this because he was all but ignoring it. Wolverine was tempted to intervene, but this boy intrigued him. Might as well watch and see what he does. Thought the mutant as he pressed himself a bit closer.
For a moment ... [at least it seemed like that to Wolverine] the smell of blood distracted him. When he was able to focus again the blonde was on the ground with a piece of glass pressed to his throat. The black haired boy stood over him with a vicious smirk on his face.
"Now you shall pay for what you did. Dalton, this is your last day." The bboy said as he cut into the blonde's neck with the glass. With his throat cut the blonde spluttered and coughed. The last thing he was able to do was utter a few words.
"… you have not won. … Even with this you still lose. … the rest are dead, and it is all your fault …"
The boy howled in rage and the body of the blonde [now dead and lifeless] hovered in the air. With a flash of dark energy the body was violently slammed into the ground.
The boy's hold faltered for a moment and then vanished altogether. He seemed to be confused for a moment and then hee lost his balance ... He was falling …
Wolverine started forward and caught the black haired boy as he began to fall. He held the boy loosely as to not aggravate any of the wounds.
"What is your name bub?" he asked. At first there was no answer, but then the boy's dark green eyes turned to look at him.
"… sha …"
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He raced along the roads on his motorcycle. Technically it was one the professor bought for him, but still … The boy from earlier was clutched tightly in his arms. Well as tightly as was possible in the boy's condition. With the injuries e had it was rather difficult to hold onto him, not make the wounds worse, and not drop him.
When he reached the mansion he brought the motorbike to an abrupt stop. He yanked his helmet off and got off, bringing the still unconscious boy with him. He shouted for the professor once he entered the large living quarters of the x-men.
He was soon met by Ororo and taken to the professor's room.
"What happened Logan?" the man in the wheelchair asked.
"I don't really know. I only know what I saw." Wolverine said.
"What you saw?" asked a girl that was around the boy's age. Jean Grey.
"He was in a gang fight." Wolverine said.
Both of the telepaths nodded and Jean inclined her head to the side.
"So … why did you bring him here?" she asked. Wolverine looked down for a moment and then brought his piercing gaze to meet hers.
"He's a mutant, he's one of us. Was I supposed to leave him there?"
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A/N: This is my newest idea. I hope some of you like it.
Time line:
The original 90's show, with some twists. All of the x-men [except for Wolverine] will be going to school.
R and R