Story Notes: 1)Any of y'all who have read my previous work, know that I don't hate Mystique. She's Rogue's mother regardless of the dysfunctionality of their relationship. But for the sake of my AU, she's gotta be bad. So please forgive any Mystique bashing. 2)On Logan, this fic is my reply to the movie and how I think their relationship should be. I feel he is better as a mentor or father figure to her than anything else. And 3) I wrote this fic a long time ago and am just submitting it now. So that is why the writing style is so different and why it's superior anyway. ^-^
Disclaimer: No, I don't own them yet. Yes, you may give them to me for a birthday present.
((Point of Honesty_Chapter 1: Virus)) by Christy S.
The door was a foot thick; consisting of five layers of re-enforced steel. Adamantium claws sliced through the thing like butter. The scraggley, dark haired intruder was moving quickly, like a predator racing after lost prey.
He was in her office now, right in the center of the burried secret base. The red-headed, blue-skinned witch was sitting at her desk. By pretending not to know what had happened, she was mocking him. He spoke between growls, "Mystique, I'm gonna say this once and ya better listen. My wife's got your virus. Now give me the cure, or I do to yer throat what I did to yer door."
Raven Darkholme, better know as the shapeshifter Mystique, leaned back in her desk chair and smiled. "You'd best watch yourself, Logan. After all, we *are* in the company of children." She watched his gaze shift from her to the young girl at her side.
The girl couldn't have been more that 10. Her short reddish-brown hair had a white streak running through it. Her green eyes were wide in fear at the savage temperament of this new enemy.
Logan reluctantly agreed with the woman. "You, kid, OUT NOW!" The child was quaking all over, but still wouldn't move.
Mystique intervened, "Rogue, you may leave us." At her instructress's word, Rogue bolted from the office like a frightened rabit.
Mystique turned to face her visitor. By distracting him with Rogue's presence, she managed to calm him down. But she knew that he would not be swayed from his mission. She opened a cabinet of her desk and pulled out a thin personal file. Not much was known about the man's history, but she proceeded to relate the important facts.
"Your name is Logan. Your wife is the Lady Mariko Yashida. She has contracted the Flatscan Virus. It is barely detectable until it reaches the final stages and is only found in normal humans; not mutants like you and me. I developed the virus to 'even the score' with some competitors of mine. I really wasn't aware that it would spiral out of control the way it did. But that's why I invented the antidote, which you want and I will give you for a price. That price is the Madripoor Jewel."
"That hunk of don't mean anything t'me. Logan replied.
"Well, it means something to *me*, and the moment I have the jewel in my hand, you will have the antidote in yours."
"Ya want it bad, don't ya?" He reached out his hand, sheathing his claws. "It's yours then. We gotta deal." They shook hands to seal the pact.
I'm going to use reverse psychology on you now. See that bluish button? Don't touch it! Don't you dare touch it! I'm telling you you're not supposed to do that! No! Don't do it ! Don't!... ^-^
Disclaimer: No, I don't own them yet. Yes, you may give them to me for a birthday present.
((Point of Honesty_Chapter 1: Virus)) by Christy S.
The door was a foot thick; consisting of five layers of re-enforced steel. Adamantium claws sliced through the thing like butter. The scraggley, dark haired intruder was moving quickly, like a predator racing after lost prey.
He was in her office now, right in the center of the burried secret base. The red-headed, blue-skinned witch was sitting at her desk. By pretending not to know what had happened, she was mocking him. He spoke between growls, "Mystique, I'm gonna say this once and ya better listen. My wife's got your virus. Now give me the cure, or I do to yer throat what I did to yer door."
Raven Darkholme, better know as the shapeshifter Mystique, leaned back in her desk chair and smiled. "You'd best watch yourself, Logan. After all, we *are* in the company of children." She watched his gaze shift from her to the young girl at her side.
The girl couldn't have been more that 10. Her short reddish-brown hair had a white streak running through it. Her green eyes were wide in fear at the savage temperament of this new enemy.
Logan reluctantly agreed with the woman. "You, kid, OUT NOW!" The child was quaking all over, but still wouldn't move.
Mystique intervened, "Rogue, you may leave us." At her instructress's word, Rogue bolted from the office like a frightened rabit.
Mystique turned to face her visitor. By distracting him with Rogue's presence, she managed to calm him down. But she knew that he would not be swayed from his mission. She opened a cabinet of her desk and pulled out a thin personal file. Not much was known about the man's history, but she proceeded to relate the important facts.
"Your name is Logan. Your wife is the Lady Mariko Yashida. She has contracted the Flatscan Virus. It is barely detectable until it reaches the final stages and is only found in normal humans; not mutants like you and me. I developed the virus to 'even the score' with some competitors of mine. I really wasn't aware that it would spiral out of control the way it did. But that's why I invented the antidote, which you want and I will give you for a price. That price is the Madripoor Jewel."
"That hunk of don't mean anything t'me. Logan replied.
"Well, it means something to *me*, and the moment I have the jewel in my hand, you will have the antidote in yours."
"Ya want it bad, don't ya?" He reached out his hand, sheathing his claws. "It's yours then. We gotta deal." They shook hands to seal the pact.
I'm going to use reverse psychology on you now. See that bluish button? Don't touch it! Don't you dare touch it! I'm telling you you're not supposed to do that! No! Don't do it ! Don't!... ^-^