WOOP WOOP. Chapter Two! Hopefully you will have gotten some idea as to how my way of writing is and the gist of the story. I do get regular complaints about how close together my writing is, but this is how it comes out from my word document, and i think it looks more professional than having a lot of spaces in between.
Once again, please comment and review with any thoughts/criticisms you may have!
Im also wanting a nice cover picture, if any of you guys are up for making me one?!
I DO NOT OWN ANY X MEN FRANCHISE THIS IS PURELY MY OWN INTERPRETATION
Chapter Two.
Later on, that same evening, Hank arrived back from a long walk through the mansion grounds, and collapsed into his chair. He pulled off his tie and undid his top button as he exhaled deeply.
In front of him, laid out on the coffee table was a worn leather folder, which was crammed full of papers and coloured seperators. He stared at it, deciding whether it was a good idea to find out the answer to the question he was dreading answering.
He placed his hand on top of it and pulled it towards him. He opened the folder and looked at the first peice of paper. The results of a DNA test. As he read it, he exhaled again, but this time with worry and panic.
This test concludes that the patient Mallory James-Howlett has a 99.9% match to the patient Logan Howlett.
'Shit' he sighed, leaning his head into his right hand. He then began flicking through the folder frantically searching, before stopping at a laminated birth certificate.
There was no signature for the father.
Hank bit his lip and threw the papers back down onto the table, before storming out of the office.
'Did you find out anything?' asked Storm as she passed Hank in the corridor, after a few days had passed.
'What?' he asked. 'Oh...yeah, that. I'll be holding a meeting later on this afternoon. I've been to see Charles in Cerebro and we found Logan.'
'That's good' she smiled. 'Do you know where he is?'
'Yeah.' he said, pulling a worried look. 'He's on his way back.'
'Do you want me to bring him to you when he arrives?' she asked.
'No Ororo, I will sort this' he said, sternly.
'Hank, you know something about this girl' she said worriedly. 'You've been running tests on her, speaking to the police and government in England, keeping her in Scott's old room – isolated from everyone...it isn't fair'
Hank looked into her eyes for a few moments, seeing her worry and confusion. He looked away and sighed, knowing he would regret telling her.
'If my belief is correct Storm, having her here could cause real trouble.' He said.
Before Storm could answer, there was a sharp cough behind them. They both spun round and saw a blue creature wearing a long brown coat, and his long tail sticking out at the back, standing awkwardly.
'Kurt?' gasped Storm. 'Is that you?'
She walked upto him and hugged him tightly.
'I know it's been a while' he smiled.
'It's nice to have you back' said Hank, standing behind Storm.
Kurt looked up at him weirdly, unable to remember who he is, he looked at Storm for help.
'Oh, Kurt, this is...' she started.
'Hank McCoy, Ambassador for the United States' Hank interrupted, shaking Kurt's hand.
'Nice to meet you' said Kurt politely.
'So, what brings you back?' asked Storm.
'I heard that you had brought a girl here, from the United Kingdom?' he asked.
'Well...uh' Hank hesitated.
'Yes, she's here – how did you know?' asked Storm.
'I heard about what had happened to her, so I teleported there. I wanted to tell her that everything was going to be alright, and make sure they didn't take her away.' He answered.
'What was she like?' asked Storm.
'She was upset of course, she also told me that people were after her, and that's why her mother was killed.'
'Wait, her mother committed suicide...'said Hank.
'If she did, then why isn't her DNA on the knife she used?' asked Kurt.
Hank stared at him blankly, unable to answer his question.
'Were you the one who took her away?' asked Kurt, glaring at Hank.
'Yes, I did last week' he answered. 'Why?'
'You told her that she wasn't alone, that she had family here' he said. 'What family is there?'
'I need to go' Hank said suddenly. 'I will confirm more later.'
With that, he spun around and walked the opposite way out of the main doors.
Kurt looked at Storm, confused whilst she exchanged the same look.
A few hours later, the main doors opened once again, and the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the lobby.
Storm walked down the stairs once she heard the entrance. She looked over the banister to see Logan walk in with a bag over one shoulder and a large cigar in the other hand.
'Well, well...guess who's decided to return' she smiled as she reached the bottom of the stairs.
'Yeah well, I decided to take up the offer Hank gave me' he said, taking a long drag.
'So you're teaching for just the term?' she asked.
'A few weeks...' he said.
'Aah, are we taking it that slow?' she grinned.
'Look, it's teaching kids. That ain't me and you know that' he said, shrugging his shoulders.
'You're lack of consistency is much to be desired, Logan' she said. 'Hank needs to speak with you immediately. Oh...and put that out, you know you shouldn't smoke in here.'
'Alright, alright.' He sighed, crushing it up in his hand.
Once they reached Hank's office, she opened the door and they both walked in.
Hank was sat at his desk, still reading through the folder, he looked up over his reading glasses and closed the folder.
'Nice to see you back Logan' he said, standing up and walking around the desk.
'Yeah, yeah' said Logan, walking to the sofa and throwing his bag down. He then walked over to the window and leaned on the window ledge.
'So what's up?' he asked.
'Can you shut the door please, Ororo' Hank said to Storm before sitting on the edge of the desk. She did so, and then walked over to the sofa and sat down.
'Have you been watching the news lately, Logan?' Hank asked, crossing his arms.
'Only for a few seconds at bars.' He replied. 'Why?'
'A news report came out a few weeks ago, of a so- called suicide in London' he started. 'It was a woman, called Emma James, Logan'
'Yeah, what's that gotta do with me?' he asked.
'She left a daughter, Logan. An eighteen year old mutant.'
'So what, do we need to pick her up and bring her here?' said Logan, barely listening to a word he was saying. 'Can I have a cigar?'
'It...well...' Hank hesitated, before sighing, annoyed. 'Fine go ahead, but open the window'
Logan did as he was told, lit up another cigar and looked back at Hank.
'Logan, this is very important.' Hank said, staring into his eyes.
'Then come out with it, what are we doing?' asked Logan.
'The girl is here, Logan. She's already been signed in and allocated a place...' he started.
As Logan was about to speak again, Hank stood up straight and clenched his fists.
'This girl's name is Mallory James – Howlett' Hank said.
At this point, Logan stopped still, screwed up his eyes as he realised the similarity and looked at Hank, unable to say anything.
'She was born on the 1st of January 2000, she was born in Vancouver, but when she was four, her mother moved with her to London. Her father disappeared and never contacted them, she has no recollection of what her father looks like...' Hank started.
'Wait...stop' interrupted Logan. He could feel his entire body shaking and his mind was turning so much that he began to feel faint. 'Are you telling me...that she's mine?'
Hank looked at him, and sighed deeply as he nodded in agreement.
'No...she can't...where's the proof?' he said, standing up and pacing the room.
'It's here' answered Hank, picking up the sheet of paper and handing it to him. He read it, unable to believe his eyes, and tore it up.
'This is bullshit, how come I've never heard about this, or knew?' he said, angrily.
'Logan, your Amnesia is still there, you even said that you remember Vancouver' said Storm, standing up from the sofa.
'Yes, I remember it, but I don't remember having a fucking family!' he snapped.
'Logan, when you remember it, do you remember what you were feeling at the time, what you were doing?' asked Hank.
Logan did remember alright. He was able to remember walking into a house filled with rage, and then seeing the house empty, with nothing but a suitcase full of his clothes laid in the hallway. He remembers the heartache, the pain and sadness he felt. But he never realised what it meant or who it was for. He glared at Hank angrily, feeling the pain he did back then, but holding it inside.
'Logan, all her details are there' said Storm, softly. 'If you don't believe us, read it yourself.'
'Wait' said Hank. 'Her birth certificate...you never signed it.'
Logan looked back up at him confused, not understanding what it meant.
'There's no record of you being her father, as though you didn't want her to know' he started. 'So you will need to file for the custody of her, otherwise she's now practically an orphan.'
'Wait, you suddenly expect me to sign a load of papers and take care of someone who I don't know?' he snapped. 'I don't want a kid, you hear me. As far as I'm aware, it's just been me and it's always been me, and I like it that way, you got it?'
'Logan, just give her a chance' said Storm. 'She doesn't know you either, for all you know – she may not want a father, but you can't escape the fact that she is your blood'
Logan looked at her, his mind spinning with thoughts, feelings and emotions.
'If it helps at all Logan' said Hank. 'She looks nothing like you, but she definitely has your attitude'
Logan looked down at the floor and pressed one of his fists to his lips.
'Does anyone know about this?' he asked, trying to stay calm.
'Just me, Hank and Kurt' answered Storm.
'Kurt?' asked Logan.
'Yeah, he arrived when he found out we brought her here. He's been looking after her in London.'
'Great' he answered, sarcastically.
'What do you want to do, Logan?' asked Hank.
'I need a break for a few days' he answered impulsively, and began to storm out.
'Wait, Logan, you cant!' called Storm running after him. 'Hank, do something?'
'You knew he would react like this, I didn't expect any less.' He answered, sitting back down in his chair. 'He's gone, lets just see if he returns.'
PLEASE FOLLOW AND REVIEW FOR MORE STORIES AND UPDATES.
