Just t' let all ya'll know, Wolverine, the X-Men, Sabretooth and anyone else I mention in this story that has to do with Marvel, isn't mine. So don't sue me! Raven and Mayve however are my own creations.
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Chapter 1:
Of all nights, a particular man, in the White Horse should have been home. He felt uneasy being so far from his 'family'. "Somethin's in the air," growled the man as he nursed his drink. "I can smelt it." the gruff man sat at the taps in the bar. Though his dwellings were only an hour's drive, in his family, something always came up when you least expected it. He was apart from everyone, in the shadows at the end of the bar. He scowled at himself in the dirty mirror. Under the black cowboy hat he was often seen wearing, bristly black hair wildly flew from his temples, a wild look in his eyes. The stubble on his chin was beginning to grow a thin carpet on his jaw. He scratched his chin and frowned.
He looked away and drained his glass. Then rummaged through his leather coat to find his wallet. It ended up being in the back of his worn blue jeans. He straightened his flannel shirt underneath the jacket and muttered to himself as he pulled out a twenty.
"Tess, 'nother glass!" he called to the head waitress. The woman walked over, already, a frosty brew in her hand. "Darlin' you can read my mind," he smiled grimly and took the drink.
"You're a simple guy Logan. Give a girl a chance," replied Tess, smiling. She then walked away.
"Darlin' you don't know nothin'," The man named Logan shook his head. His head was full of thoughts on tomorrow. Would it be any different for mutant kind? Always was, it deepened on the mood of the people.
Logan looked at the TV; it's volume down very low. No one else could hear the conversation of the hosts; the music was far too loud. But Logan could hear, his super sensitive ears picked up every word that was said. It was about mutants and humans. It always was, and Logan was sick of it.
"Tess, change the channel!" he called down the bar. Tess couldn't hear, some punk had cranked the music up too loud. He pinpointed the kid from his distinct scent. He smelled of too much attitude, to little intelligence. It was easy to pick him out, for Logan anyways. His senses, far superior to humans could find anyone in a crowd.
It was hard not to give the kid a piece of his mind, and Logan probably would have in the past. But he had become wiser, and tried not to loose his temper. With a beast dwelling inside of him, it was difficult, but he could control it.
The door opened with a screech. Logan looked through the mirror to see an odd character. A young girl, barely seventeen, standing out as brightly as a neon sign. On her head was a pure white toque with a red cross on it. She wore bright mismatched clothes, around her neck was a thin red scarf spilling onto a green shirt with the words, Anarchy written across. She was wearing a cerulean blue dress shirt and over all that was a ratty old zip up hoody. Her torn and scruffy jeans only went down to her shins revealing colorful rainbow socks and skater shoes. But what really was interesting about her was her platinum blonde pigtails that was nearly as white as her hat and her eyes. One was green while the other was blue. The strangling's bizarre eyes scanned across the seedy bar, then with a shrug she walked up to the bar and leaned on it.
"Hey, Mister!" She said above the belligerent vocals of the music, "Can I use your fine facilities. I fear I will damage my very important urinary tract if I don't take a piss soon."
"How old are ya kid?" asked Barney the resident barkeep. He spit in a glass and scrubbed at it, the girl cringed at the unsanitary display.
"Old enough to use a washroom. I'm not going to buy anything all I need to do is relieve my bladder of this rather enormous pressure, that is my waste!" She began to bounce from foot to foot on the spot.
"Well that's too bad 'cause only paying customers can use the John." Immediately the girl's face fell into a scowl. She desperately rummaged around in her pockets and pulled out a bill crinkled into a ball. She slammed on the table saying,
"FINE! Give me anything!' she grumbled.
"A buck won't get ya much doll," frowned Barney as he stood over the girl.
"Let her go to the washroom," Logan growled from the shadows. He threw down a fiver. "I need another drink anyways."
The girl raced to the back and disappeared. Logan got his drink as the teen walked to the front, sighing about sweet relief.
"Thanks a lot! I swear if another placed said I couldn't use the Lou I would have probably pissed my pants!"
"Don't need a graphic image there darlin'," Logan muttered as he took a swig of his beer. The teen looked at him, as if she had heard him. Logan observed her as she walked over.
"No need to be snotty now," She said as she plunked down beside him. Logan merely raised a bushy eyebrow in reply. At that very moment Barney appeared,
"What the hell are you still doing here kid? You've used the bathroom now bugger off." He snarked. The girl just smirked.
"And what are you going to do if I don't little man? Whatever, this scene is totally old. I'm outta this shit factory." She lazily stood up and sauntered towards the door. As her hand was about to pull the handle the door itself flew open she flew back on her ass.
"What the fuck is your dysfunction!" She yelled at the new customers coming into the bar. It was a very menacing group of bikers who all turned their cumbersome heads down at the smaller being on the ground.
"What the hell you just say to me girl?" The tone of the alpha male of the pack was menacing to say the least. She got up and dusted herself off then cleared her throat.
"I said, What-the-fuck-is-your-dysfunction?" She stated matter of factly. The alpha biker quickly seized her collar.
"You best be careful what you say to me little girl or your going to be in a world of hurt." He spat at her. She just laughed amusement sparkling in her eyes.
"What's so damn funny?" She laughed even louder at the rising hostility of the biker.
"Why you of course!" She replied delightfully, "Here you are telling me that your going to hurt me when you haven't even the faintest comprehension of what real pain is."
"Why I 'ought a," the biker yelled, raising his fist. "I don't care if you're a puny kid or what!" at that, Logan jumped from his seat and hit the biker hard in the ribs with a quick jab. The biker dropped the girl and fell to his knees. His biker buddies swarmed around Logan.
"Weren't ya taught never t' hit women?" he growled at the head biker. "Or are ya too thick t' get it?"
The biker merely replied by lunging at Logan and the rest of the pack followed. It was at least ten to one, Logan's favorite odds. Within seconds, the odds narrowed to seven, five, three, then one.
But before the last one could even attempt to lay a hand on Logan, the barrel of a gun pressed against his temple stopped him. The gun was in the hand of the girl. 'How the hell did that girl get a gun on her?' Logan thought in curiosity.
"I think it would be best if you left right this second before I get rather philosophical on your ass."
"Fine kid, I'm going," said the biker. The girl turned to pick up her hat, which had been strewn about. In a flash, the biker pulled out a huge buck knife. SNIKT! Three-foot long claws dangled in the biker's face. The girl turned, as did everyone else in the bar.
"I told ya once," Logan snarled at the end of the claws. "And if I gotta tell ya again, well, let's just say, there won't be a next time." The biker's face blanched. He and his buddies high tailed it out of the White Horse. Logan retracted his adamantium-laced claws and walked out after them.
he couldn't believe he had lost his temper like that. He wouldn't be able to go in that bar again. as he walked down the dark street, he heard light footsteps behind him. Logan chose to ignore them., "YO! Wolverine!" Logan stopped dead in his tracks and turned around to see the girl.
"How the hell do you know my name?" He said repeating the act the bikers had just pulled by grabbing her shirt. She merely smirked.
"Project X" Logan was taken aback and immediately dropped her. In an instant, painful memories arose to the surface, torturing him over and over with pain.
"How the hell do you know about that?" he snarled, baring his fanged teeth at her. She remained unmoved, staring into his feral eyes.
"I don't know…" she trailed off and blinked. "For, it is merely a swirl of mist in my mind…"
"Do you remember anything else?" Logan asked quietly. The girl shook her head.
"Only the people you've killed," she said simply. Logan's mind raced.
"Then I'll take ya to a guy who might get some of that info from yer head," he said, the girl's eyes immediately widened in horror and she scrambled to her feet.
"Nobody gets to fucking rattle around my head!" She quickly dashed off, Logan noting too quickly for any human speeds.
"Then, I'll take ya to a place where answers can be found," he called as he raced after her. She had stopped in a dark alley, staring into the darkness.
She turned, "fine," she murmured and walked past him. "But if any egg head goes tap dancing in my head, I'll kill every last person in the room!"
"Fine," Logan said, rolling his eyes. He walked back to his Harley, parked outside the White Horse. He got on it, the girl climbed on after, carefully placing her hands on cloth, not skin. Logan revved the motor and took off.
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"Where are we going?" the girl asked as Logan veered down a small country road. The sign said, Greymalkin Lane. He didn't say a word as he slowed down. He parked the bike to the side of a stone wall, ten feet high with huge wrought iron gates. He rummaged through a mail box. "What's the hold up Wolverine?"
"Alexis?" he whispered. The girl's ears twitched.
"How the fuck did you know that name!" she snapped and ran to his side. He was clutching an envelope in his hand, the names, Logan and Alexis Boredov printed on it, then the address.
"How the fuck did someone know you were with me?" Logan muttered as he walked back to the gate. He left his Harley and slashed through the gates.
"Who cares?" Alexis hollered as she followed and then continued muttering to herself, "Lord how messed up can this get?"
Logan opened the letter, "It's about to get a hellova lot worse." At the top of the paper, it had an all familiar X symbol, that of Weapon X. Both Alexis and Logan stared at it, even as the X-Men came streaming from the house, ready to attack.