Author: Human Nature (I put it up because I guess that some of you guys
just copy the stuff and then read it without being connected. And I'd just
like you to be able to find track of me again if you like what I write.)
This is first chapter. Confusing, I know. It's done on purpose, (well, nearly).
Anyway: Hello all of you!!!!! I let go of my last fan fiction for this after a burst of ideas!!! Sorry, but I only know the film: I can't put my hands on any X-men comics without having to buy them (I'm short on money, and like it's X-mas time...). So I was wondering what were the birthdays of the X-men (Scott, Jean, Rogue....) I'll be needing them. It'll would great if you felt pity for me and give them me. Anyway, It's the third version I've put down, the first was starting about the same as this. The second was starting about a year after this with so many back flashes that it was starting to get confusing. (more than in this, I promise!!!)
Disclaimer: Bla Bla... You know what I mean. These characters (most of them) is Marvel, Fox propriety. The plot is mine in this story so if I fall on any of you that have taken my ideas...
Well, here it is, I'll let you read hoping that you'll remember to review at the end.
Rogue jogged down the corridor, towards the west-wing, Logan's dog tags jumping on her chest at every step. She knew those numbers by heart: « 458 25 243 ». She was dressed in forest green sports clothes and was wearing long black gloves.
Outside, Scott caressed a young woman's face, with red hair with a loving expression in his eyes, coming from his heart.
Bobby tapped his watch before looking up at his friends. Magma was trembling, Jubilee had her eyes closed and Kitty was meditating.
"I don't think she'll make it," Bobby announced.
Professor Charles Xavier jumped in his chair with fear and set off the evacuation alarm.
The woman with the red hair lifted her hands to Scott's face.
The door burst open revealing Rogue. "Let's get ready!" she yelled joining her friends.
"Are you sure of this?" Magma asked worried.
"This is the only way, we can't back out."
Xavier was wheeling down the same corridor that Rogue had taken. How had she done it: blocking him completely out of her mind?
Rogue, Jubilee, Kitty, Magma and Bobby held hands.
Scott's glasses were delicately lifted from his nose.
"It's not going to work!" Magma whined. She jumped up from her sitting position and ran for it.
Xavier had arrived to the door and was about to open it when...
****
"What a ruddy morning," Logan thought. He put on his boxers before standing up out of bed. He didn't even look at the naked woman that was lying down next to him.
He stretched contracting his heavy muscles. After have looked around the room and catching sight of the girl he walked over to the sink and mirror, scratching his back.
He looked at himself in it. His cheeks, above the upper lip and chin were too hairy for his licking. He shot out a claw and started to shave.
The girl had put the radio on.
"Today, Miss Fox will be giving the national news."
It passed to a feminine voice. "Last night it seems that the United Nations assembly has wined victory against the Mutant defenders. The final decision has been spoken: the regulation of Mutants will be put in place in the following days. All over USA, people were in the streets celebrating the news with lightened hearts."
Logan continued shaving with a grim expression. This was going very wrong. He decided that he would phone Marie after have freshened up.
"Just after the decision was announced by Sir William Gramm, the renown school for gifted youngsters founded by Charles Xavier, in Westchester, New York had it's foundations shaking with the explosion of the it's West-Wing. Five students perished and the Professor Xavier himself is now in a deep coma."
Logan slipped and cut his cheek with his claw. The gash closed immediately while he picked up the phone of his hotel room and dialled Marie's phone number.
"What's up Wolvy?" the woman asked looking at Logan from the bed. She had a mall on her left cheek. She put her fingers threw her black hair and yawned. She had large hips and full breasts in which she thought that she could always count on.
The phone ran two times until someone picked up.
"Logan?" someone said from the other side of the line.
"Scott? Logan recognised the voice from the tapes that Marie had recorded from her classes. 'What you are doing in Rogue's room!" he barked.
"I was looking around."
Something hit him hard and cold in the stomach, why would Scooter be in Marie's room in the first place.
"Has something happened that..." he started.
"I'm sorry Logan to announce you this, but Rogue..." Scott tried to find the words and the courage to speak them. "Yesterday, there was an explosion and she..."
"Spit it out!" Logan yelled desperate.
"I'm afraid she's dead."
Anger in the pit of the stomach, Logan pierced the wall with his claws. The women yelled out in surprise. Logan took a couple of heavy breaths leaning against the wall. Standing back up straight, he threw the telephone at the window, breaking it and sending bits of glass on the floor.
"What's the bad temper for?" she asked in distaste getting up, without anything on herself.
Logan pushed her away when she tried to kiss him.
"Sorry, Viviane, this was a mistake," he told her rushing to get dressed.
"It's Gwen, by the way," she said putting her hands on her hips. While Logan bent down to grab his trousers, she ventured herself towards him to stroke his back. This only got a bad reaction out of the Wolverine.
"Get the hell out of my way!" he growled at her.
"So be it!" she said annoyed, picking her things off the floor. After have put her small dress on, she walked out, slamming the door.
Logan didn't watch her leave.
***
Logan didn't stop much on the trip to New York. But he did a lot thinking. For him it couldn't be possible for Marie to be dead. It was all a big joke, a stupid one, that was for sure. How could get exploded? She was just a kid that didn't ask for any problem. If there were danger, she would have got out of its way. He then felt disgusted with himself, for what he had did last night.
This last thought brought him to one of his conversations with Marie.
{"Hello, Kid! So, how's School?" he asked her.
"Fine," she answered with a sigh and drowsy voice. It was about midnight when he had telephoned her.
"Com on, what's the matter?"
"Ah've been wondering, since last night. Ah promise ya that it was accidental!" she quickly added.
"It's safe with me," he reassured her.
"Of course it's safe with ya, and it's safe with me'. It's just Ah got this weird dream where ya and this... Bar girl were making out."
"Great," he thought. "I'm sorry you got those bloody memories," he told her.
"And Ah confess: Ah liked it."
Logan jumped up from where he had been sitting. "Now, Marie. These were big mistakes..."
"Thanks," she interrupted him.
This got him up side down, he didn't understand. He scratched his head like if would give him the answer. "Can you get this straight?" he asked completely lost.
"Ah've always wondered how the "thing" went. Because of mah skin, Ah mean," she stammered. "Ah couldn't have, ever."
Logan understood what she meant. "I suppose you got my feelings too, at the same time." He kept forgetting that there was this skin thing, honestly. Marie seemed to be just a normal teen-ager when he was on the phone with her.
"Yeah," she answered.
"If you're wondering what's love at the same time, I can tell you that it ain't the same."
"Mah inside Logan told me' the same."
"I'm happy that's he's always there with you. So, what were you dreaming about now?"
"It was a nightmare. Magneto had caught me' again, or Ah actually went to him on purpose, Ah'm not sure anymore."
"The Magnet is safe in his plastic cell."
"Ah know." He heard her yawn and understood that he should now let her sleep.
"Good night, Kid. Have sweet dreams."
Marie knew it was the end of the conversation, even if she wanted it to continue it all night. "Ya too," she said before putting down the phone. Logan listened to the beeps before doing the same.}
Logan took a sharp turn. There were maple trees on the side of the road, their leaves green. They would soon turn golden and red; autumn wasn't far. The sky was blue without any clouds; it had everything for it to be a wonderful day. However, for Logan it was grey. He cursed hundreds of times the motorbike: the little red button wasn't working anymore and he was going normal speed.
{ "Thanks for the phone."
"I was nothing. I just wanted to keep in touch. And like it's Christmas..."
"I hated those letters, I had the impression you were hiding something from me," she told him.
Logan looked around. He was in a cottage with traces of dried blood on the wooden floor. It was snowing outside. He had stopped there instead of the next town, too tired to continue. Instead of any human welcome, he had found a mutant nailed to the wall, half decomposed, with scales for skin. He had took him off and buried him deep.
Logan had then ventured inside the cottage sinking some shelter from the wetness. Most things were gone or broken. You could see where paintings were missing, all the shelves, cupboards were empty. The table was broken. It also looked like that there had been a fight.
"I'm not," he lied.
"How's the search?"
"I'm still on my way for Alkali Lake."
"Yeah, that's what Xavier told me'."
"Anyway, tell me about yourself."
There was a pause. "Ah'm perfectly fine. But Ah do miss ya. Ah still have occasionally some bad dreams, but Xavier is working on them. And Jean."
"How's Jeanny by the way?"
"She's slaving around for this next World Summit, in Paris next September. Ah still have mah usual blood tests with her each day anyway. Ah wish she would have so much work that she would forget."
"What the hell! Why are they sticking needles in you?"
"For tests, to see how Ah'm going."
"And what do they say?"
There was another pause. "Ah'm not sure."
Logan had the impression that she was uneasy about something. He changed the subjects. "I hope you friends help you too with your nightmares."
"Yeah. What's Alaska like?"
"Its snowy."
The conversation went on about how she would love to go there one day, that she would visit the place under any excuse she would find.
"I could ask you to join me, but you have school, and I don't think it would please any of the X-geeks."
"Ya're right about the X-men, but Ah could easily jump school."
"You're a genius?"
"Magneto was a very cultivated person."
There was an uneasy silence.
"But they don't know about it, Ah have the impression Xavier thinks he's taken them away. But it seems Ah could play the cello easily, although Ah had never touched one before. It freaks me' out. "
"Marie, I don't want you to have any of my memories, or Magneto's." Tell Jean, or Wheels. Do what ever you want, but I want them out of your head, or I'll come back and box them out if it's the only way"
Logan felt awful, he heard Maries breathing become deeper.
"Ah can't, they'll put me' back into therapy. Just like when Ah attacked Xavier."
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to protect you," he tried to comfort her. "Maybe coming back isn't that a bad idea, I can't keep my word far from you." His knuckles where white from gripping the receiver. He gritted his teeth.
"Don't worry about me'. Ah can take care of mahself. It's just Ah hated Xavier looking in mah head. Ah don't think Ah could stand it without ya in the corner of mah mind."
"Then keep me safely there." }
Another sharp turn, Logan felt his trouser at his knee lightly touch the ground. The motor groaned under the pressure of the speed. He looked occasionally in the dense trees.
He suddenly lost complete control of the vehicle, losing his balance, the motorcycle crashed on to it's side and slid in the line of trees.
He roared in pain and anger as he stood up. His left leg was warm flesh, his trouser was ripped showing the bloodied skin. His left arm wasn't as bad, the thick lather of his jacket had protected it well. The flesh repaired it's self instantly. He couldn't say the same about the motorbike. He inspected it and found out the cause of his fall: there was no more petrol. He kicked it in rage wondering how he had let the gas run so low. He had forgot to fill up before leaving. He kicked it again.
He sat down, trying to put things straight.
First, the School had blown up. How? Rogue, dead. He refused this. Wheels in coma? He got out of it last time. Rogue would be just hurt. He would just do like last time, come up to her and put his bare skin against hers. He looked at the motorcycle.
How far could the next town be? Less far if he took off now.
The Wolverine got up and sprinted down the road.
Well, there we are. Now I expect you to REVIEW, you're free to ask me any questions, but it would be great if you could give me the birthday dates of the Heroes, I'd need specially Scott's.
Thanks in advance.
This is first chapter. Confusing, I know. It's done on purpose, (well, nearly).
Anyway: Hello all of you!!!!! I let go of my last fan fiction for this after a burst of ideas!!! Sorry, but I only know the film: I can't put my hands on any X-men comics without having to buy them (I'm short on money, and like it's X-mas time...). So I was wondering what were the birthdays of the X-men (Scott, Jean, Rogue....) I'll be needing them. It'll would great if you felt pity for me and give them me. Anyway, It's the third version I've put down, the first was starting about the same as this. The second was starting about a year after this with so many back flashes that it was starting to get confusing. (more than in this, I promise!!!)
Disclaimer: Bla Bla... You know what I mean. These characters (most of them) is Marvel, Fox propriety. The plot is mine in this story so if I fall on any of you that have taken my ideas...
Well, here it is, I'll let you read hoping that you'll remember to review at the end.
Rogue jogged down the corridor, towards the west-wing, Logan's dog tags jumping on her chest at every step. She knew those numbers by heart: « 458 25 243 ». She was dressed in forest green sports clothes and was wearing long black gloves.
Outside, Scott caressed a young woman's face, with red hair with a loving expression in his eyes, coming from his heart.
Bobby tapped his watch before looking up at his friends. Magma was trembling, Jubilee had her eyes closed and Kitty was meditating.
"I don't think she'll make it," Bobby announced.
Professor Charles Xavier jumped in his chair with fear and set off the evacuation alarm.
The woman with the red hair lifted her hands to Scott's face.
The door burst open revealing Rogue. "Let's get ready!" she yelled joining her friends.
"Are you sure of this?" Magma asked worried.
"This is the only way, we can't back out."
Xavier was wheeling down the same corridor that Rogue had taken. How had she done it: blocking him completely out of her mind?
Rogue, Jubilee, Kitty, Magma and Bobby held hands.
Scott's glasses were delicately lifted from his nose.
"It's not going to work!" Magma whined. She jumped up from her sitting position and ran for it.
Xavier had arrived to the door and was about to open it when...
****
"What a ruddy morning," Logan thought. He put on his boxers before standing up out of bed. He didn't even look at the naked woman that was lying down next to him.
He stretched contracting his heavy muscles. After have looked around the room and catching sight of the girl he walked over to the sink and mirror, scratching his back.
He looked at himself in it. His cheeks, above the upper lip and chin were too hairy for his licking. He shot out a claw and started to shave.
The girl had put the radio on.
"Today, Miss Fox will be giving the national news."
It passed to a feminine voice. "Last night it seems that the United Nations assembly has wined victory against the Mutant defenders. The final decision has been spoken: the regulation of Mutants will be put in place in the following days. All over USA, people were in the streets celebrating the news with lightened hearts."
Logan continued shaving with a grim expression. This was going very wrong. He decided that he would phone Marie after have freshened up.
"Just after the decision was announced by Sir William Gramm, the renown school for gifted youngsters founded by Charles Xavier, in Westchester, New York had it's foundations shaking with the explosion of the it's West-Wing. Five students perished and the Professor Xavier himself is now in a deep coma."
Logan slipped and cut his cheek with his claw. The gash closed immediately while he picked up the phone of his hotel room and dialled Marie's phone number.
"What's up Wolvy?" the woman asked looking at Logan from the bed. She had a mall on her left cheek. She put her fingers threw her black hair and yawned. She had large hips and full breasts in which she thought that she could always count on.
The phone ran two times until someone picked up.
"Logan?" someone said from the other side of the line.
"Scott? Logan recognised the voice from the tapes that Marie had recorded from her classes. 'What you are doing in Rogue's room!" he barked.
"I was looking around."
Something hit him hard and cold in the stomach, why would Scooter be in Marie's room in the first place.
"Has something happened that..." he started.
"I'm sorry Logan to announce you this, but Rogue..." Scott tried to find the words and the courage to speak them. "Yesterday, there was an explosion and she..."
"Spit it out!" Logan yelled desperate.
"I'm afraid she's dead."
Anger in the pit of the stomach, Logan pierced the wall with his claws. The women yelled out in surprise. Logan took a couple of heavy breaths leaning against the wall. Standing back up straight, he threw the telephone at the window, breaking it and sending bits of glass on the floor.
"What's the bad temper for?" she asked in distaste getting up, without anything on herself.
Logan pushed her away when she tried to kiss him.
"Sorry, Viviane, this was a mistake," he told her rushing to get dressed.
"It's Gwen, by the way," she said putting her hands on her hips. While Logan bent down to grab his trousers, she ventured herself towards him to stroke his back. This only got a bad reaction out of the Wolverine.
"Get the hell out of my way!" he growled at her.
"So be it!" she said annoyed, picking her things off the floor. After have put her small dress on, she walked out, slamming the door.
Logan didn't watch her leave.
***
Logan didn't stop much on the trip to New York. But he did a lot thinking. For him it couldn't be possible for Marie to be dead. It was all a big joke, a stupid one, that was for sure. How could get exploded? She was just a kid that didn't ask for any problem. If there were danger, she would have got out of its way. He then felt disgusted with himself, for what he had did last night.
This last thought brought him to one of his conversations with Marie.
{"Hello, Kid! So, how's School?" he asked her.
"Fine," she answered with a sigh and drowsy voice. It was about midnight when he had telephoned her.
"Com on, what's the matter?"
"Ah've been wondering, since last night. Ah promise ya that it was accidental!" she quickly added.
"It's safe with me," he reassured her.
"Of course it's safe with ya, and it's safe with me'. It's just Ah got this weird dream where ya and this... Bar girl were making out."
"Great," he thought. "I'm sorry you got those bloody memories," he told her.
"And Ah confess: Ah liked it."
Logan jumped up from where he had been sitting. "Now, Marie. These were big mistakes..."
"Thanks," she interrupted him.
This got him up side down, he didn't understand. He scratched his head like if would give him the answer. "Can you get this straight?" he asked completely lost.
"Ah've always wondered how the "thing" went. Because of mah skin, Ah mean," she stammered. "Ah couldn't have, ever."
Logan understood what she meant. "I suppose you got my feelings too, at the same time." He kept forgetting that there was this skin thing, honestly. Marie seemed to be just a normal teen-ager when he was on the phone with her.
"Yeah," she answered.
"If you're wondering what's love at the same time, I can tell you that it ain't the same."
"Mah inside Logan told me' the same."
"I'm happy that's he's always there with you. So, what were you dreaming about now?"
"It was a nightmare. Magneto had caught me' again, or Ah actually went to him on purpose, Ah'm not sure anymore."
"The Magnet is safe in his plastic cell."
"Ah know." He heard her yawn and understood that he should now let her sleep.
"Good night, Kid. Have sweet dreams."
Marie knew it was the end of the conversation, even if she wanted it to continue it all night. "Ya too," she said before putting down the phone. Logan listened to the beeps before doing the same.}
Logan took a sharp turn. There were maple trees on the side of the road, their leaves green. They would soon turn golden and red; autumn wasn't far. The sky was blue without any clouds; it had everything for it to be a wonderful day. However, for Logan it was grey. He cursed hundreds of times the motorbike: the little red button wasn't working anymore and he was going normal speed.
{ "Thanks for the phone."
"I was nothing. I just wanted to keep in touch. And like it's Christmas..."
"I hated those letters, I had the impression you were hiding something from me," she told him.
Logan looked around. He was in a cottage with traces of dried blood on the wooden floor. It was snowing outside. He had stopped there instead of the next town, too tired to continue. Instead of any human welcome, he had found a mutant nailed to the wall, half decomposed, with scales for skin. He had took him off and buried him deep.
Logan had then ventured inside the cottage sinking some shelter from the wetness. Most things were gone or broken. You could see where paintings were missing, all the shelves, cupboards were empty. The table was broken. It also looked like that there had been a fight.
"I'm not," he lied.
"How's the search?"
"I'm still on my way for Alkali Lake."
"Yeah, that's what Xavier told me'."
"Anyway, tell me about yourself."
There was a pause. "Ah'm perfectly fine. But Ah do miss ya. Ah still have occasionally some bad dreams, but Xavier is working on them. And Jean."
"How's Jeanny by the way?"
"She's slaving around for this next World Summit, in Paris next September. Ah still have mah usual blood tests with her each day anyway. Ah wish she would have so much work that she would forget."
"What the hell! Why are they sticking needles in you?"
"For tests, to see how Ah'm going."
"And what do they say?"
There was another pause. "Ah'm not sure."
Logan had the impression that she was uneasy about something. He changed the subjects. "I hope you friends help you too with your nightmares."
"Yeah. What's Alaska like?"
"Its snowy."
The conversation went on about how she would love to go there one day, that she would visit the place under any excuse she would find.
"I could ask you to join me, but you have school, and I don't think it would please any of the X-geeks."
"Ya're right about the X-men, but Ah could easily jump school."
"You're a genius?"
"Magneto was a very cultivated person."
There was an uneasy silence.
"But they don't know about it, Ah have the impression Xavier thinks he's taken them away. But it seems Ah could play the cello easily, although Ah had never touched one before. It freaks me' out. "
"Marie, I don't want you to have any of my memories, or Magneto's." Tell Jean, or Wheels. Do what ever you want, but I want them out of your head, or I'll come back and box them out if it's the only way"
Logan felt awful, he heard Maries breathing become deeper.
"Ah can't, they'll put me' back into therapy. Just like when Ah attacked Xavier."
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to protect you," he tried to comfort her. "Maybe coming back isn't that a bad idea, I can't keep my word far from you." His knuckles where white from gripping the receiver. He gritted his teeth.
"Don't worry about me'. Ah can take care of mahself. It's just Ah hated Xavier looking in mah head. Ah don't think Ah could stand it without ya in the corner of mah mind."
"Then keep me safely there." }
Another sharp turn, Logan felt his trouser at his knee lightly touch the ground. The motor groaned under the pressure of the speed. He looked occasionally in the dense trees.
He suddenly lost complete control of the vehicle, losing his balance, the motorcycle crashed on to it's side and slid in the line of trees.
He roared in pain and anger as he stood up. His left leg was warm flesh, his trouser was ripped showing the bloodied skin. His left arm wasn't as bad, the thick lather of his jacket had protected it well. The flesh repaired it's self instantly. He couldn't say the same about the motorbike. He inspected it and found out the cause of his fall: there was no more petrol. He kicked it in rage wondering how he had let the gas run so low. He had forgot to fill up before leaving. He kicked it again.
He sat down, trying to put things straight.
First, the School had blown up. How? Rogue, dead. He refused this. Wheels in coma? He got out of it last time. Rogue would be just hurt. He would just do like last time, come up to her and put his bare skin against hers. He looked at the motorcycle.
How far could the next town be? Less far if he took off now.
The Wolverine got up and sprinted down the road.
Well, there we are. Now I expect you to REVIEW, you're free to ask me any questions, but it would be great if you could give me the birthday dates of the Heroes, I'd need specially Scott's.
Thanks in advance.