Disclaimer: I do not own any of the X-Men characters. That right goes to the awesome Stan Lee!
Ok this is my first fan-fic, so I hope that y'all like it!
The sound of children playing drifted across the grounds, making the moment feel surreal. Logan stood on a balcony, gazing down at the three graves that were stark reminders of the recent battle that had ensued, killing the Professor, Scott, and Jean.
"Jean…." Logan murmured her name before realizing it, and shook his head. Now was not the time to be mourning. He looked down at his watch. "Shit. I was supposed to be there thirty minutes ago." Shaking his head, he made his way down the stairs and broke out into a run, knowing full well what awaited him when he reached the clearing. Sure enough, as soon as he was in sight of the group of younger X-Men, a large gust of wind knocked him right onto his backside. "Where have you been Logan? Training started-"
Logan broke in, looking up at the white-haired goddess. "Thirty minutes ago, I know. That's why I was running over here until you so kindly knocked me on my ass." He couldn't help but smirk when he saw the annoyance flash through Ororo's eyes.
Storm looked down at him, not cracking a smile at his sad attempt to make her laugh. "You really should try to be on time more often Logan. They've been waiting for you to teach them normal self-defense for the past week." She lowered her voice slightly, "Especially Rogue. You know better than anyone that she hates feeling useless."
Logan sighed in frustration. "Ya I know. You don't need to keep remindin' me 'ro." He ignored the hand that Storm had offered and stood up, dusting his prized leather jacket off before walking over to the young X-Men. "Alright kids. Let's get this thing started."
Iceman scowled. "'Bout time he got here. I thought he'd taken off again. It wouldn't be the first time. He's just not reliable anymore." He paused for a moment, contemplating something. "Scratch that last part. He's never been reliable."
Rogue stomped on his foot, hard, and Bobby winced. "As ah recall, you aren't that reliable either." Her southern drawl carried over to Logan, and he cleared his throat, wanting to end something before it began. "Alright. Now, if an event ever comes to where you can't use your powers, than you should still be able to put up one hell of a fight….."
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As the lesson progressed, a young girl of about 16 stumbled through an alleyway, blood dripping down the side of her face, her breath coming out in short gasps. Footsteps could be heard behind her, making her run faster, her step faltering as a result of a fractured, and possibly broken, Tibia and ankle joint. She leaned heavily against the wall; silently cursing as she heard the footsteps draw closer. Obviously the healing would have to wait. Ignoring the pain, she pumped her legs, running as fast as she could, before slamming into what felt like a brick wall.
"There you are princess. We've been looking all over for you. It's very naughty to run off like that, but you'll be going home now." A husky, dark, and deep voice come out of the shadows as a large man, nearly seven feet tall, emerged, his elongated front K9s glistening in the moonlight. He studied her, his eyes feral and hungry.
"Although, it would be fun to play with you for a little bit. I'm sure you're just as energetic in be-" He grunted in pain as the girl punched him hard in the stomach, nearly bringing him to his knees. His head snapped up, his eyes now filled with an animalistic hatred. He growled and grabbed her by the shoulders, throwing her heavily against the wall. Not allowing her to even hit the ground, he grabbed her neck, digging his elongated nails into it, drawing blood. He reached his other hand back and threw it forward, digging it into her stomach slowly, painfully. The girl let out a gasp of pain, her eyes also now filled with rage. The beast leaned forward, his rank breath reaching her nose.
"Don't worry your pretty little head. I'm going to let you live, but for one reason only; you're very fun to play with, and I don't like to lose my toys. It's rare to find one that actually survives the first encounter." He chuckled darkly as he continued to drive his fist through her, relishing in her discomfort. He ripped out his hand and licked the blood of it, laughing hysterically as she slid to the cement, her blood leaving a bright path along the wall.
"Just remember one thing princess; I'll always be watching." And with that the crazed man stepped back into the shadows and disappeared.
So how did everyone like it? Have you figured out just who the man is? If so, I commend you. I hope that I ended this well enough to where you want more! Please review!
~Nara out