He was feeling useless,there was no doubt about that. He was feeling so useless that he decided to leave the X-men. He wanted to leave the institute in the night,without saying any kind of goodbye. He wasn't very good at them. Quickly,he packaged his things into a pair of suitcase. He wanted to leave as fast and as quietly as possible.
He was walking in the hallways,trying to not stomp his feet to much. For the purpose,he decided to walk barefeet. His plan was to put on a pair of shoes when he was out of the institue. Arrived on the front door,he slowly put the suitcase on the floor. He was about to turn the handle. But then,he understood that someone was watching him.
"You know Charles,spying on people it's not a nice thing"he said. "You should knew this. Your a professor,after all."
"My roles it's not unknown to me Logan"Xavier said with a calm voice. "However,sometimes,it's necesary to break the rules. Planning to run away,i see. Glad to inform me why?"
"Because i'm useless to the team Chuck. Recently,i received quite a dose of kicks in the ass,something that an X-man should not receive."
"Recently,pretty much everyone got kicked in the ass. And you know this. The true reason why you are feeling useless is different."
Logan laughed. "Telepathy still going strong,uh?" Within an intant,Logan became serious again. "Because i was made for murder Chuck,that's why. I go berserk and i enjoy murdering those fool. Some time,a part of me want to get beated. In this way,i have an excuse to murder. Maybe,one day,i will loose control,i will try to kill my fellow X-men. There's a monster inside my soul Chuck,and that monster his dangerous to others. A burden is never usefull."
Logan turned toward the main door. He didn't wanted to say goodbye or to continue the conversation. He just wanted to leave the mansion. In his mind,he was the only to kept the others save. But Charles Xavier managed to get some time once again. "Logan,when you came here,you were a murder machine. You liked to kill,to lose control. Now,you saw kill as a necesary evil,you didn't loose control since months. All of thins thanks to your friends. We want to risk our lives to help you Logan."
"...Alright Chuck,i will stay some more time. But if loose control once again i will leave,and you will not try get me back."
"Deal."
Quietly,Logan returned to his romm and unpacked his suitcases. He wached the goodbye letter that he left on his bed. He took it in his hand and he ripped it to pieces. Then,he focused his attention to his costume. For time,the costume symbolized the Wolverine,a brutal fighter who craved violence. He was different. People like Sabretooth would had said that he grew soft. People like Charles would had said that he mature. Logan didn't knew the truth. He just knew that it was the dawn of a new Wolverine.
"Jeannie once told me that i needed a less savage costume. Maybe i should change it. What about brown and orange?"
The end
