"He who cannot agree with his enemies is controlled by them."

[xxxxx]

1. Taking Control

Logan stepped steadily into the cramped room and his eyes immediately caught sight of Storm. "Hey," he said softly, shutting the door behind him. "You said you wanted to see me about something?"

Storm glanced at him, then stood up from her chair and stepped forward. "Meet Adrian Davis," she said, gesturing to the window looking in on a small room, "otherwise known as Control."

Logan turned and looked through the one-way mirror. On the other side was a small room made entirely of cement. The room's only contents were a small cot, a desk, and an old wooden chair. A woman with white-blond hair sat at the desk, reading a book.

As soon as Logan looked at her she peered over her shoulder, revealing her face. She was obviously young – maybe twenty-five or thirty – but appeared also very mature. Her face was thin and long, as was her nose, with thin eyes and lips.

She looked to be disturbed and rundown. There were dark circles beneath her eyes and her lips were exceptionally cracked and faded. Her colorless hair was greasy and mangled; her natural brown roots were starting to grow back in.

"What can she do?" Logan asked.

Storm sighed, trying to think of a way to explain. "She can control minds – read thoughts, influence mentality, and create illusions; almost anything having to do with psychological control." she said, watching the woman closely. "She's class 4 and a follower of Magneto – a dangerous mix."

"And why do you need to see me?" he asked sharply.

She grinned, but only for a moment. "She wishes to speak with you. We have a few questions that need to be answered, and she claims she will answer them if she may meet with you."

"Why does she want to–"

"Just go." Storm interrupted, pointing towards the door that separated the observation room from the cell, and Logan followed.

As soon as he stepped through the door, Control turned to him. Instantly she knew who he was and a wide grin played across her lips. For some reason, Logan thought, she seemed prettier without the window in front of her. Perhaps it was just the lighting.

"What you see isn't real. It's simply an illusion that I've placed into your mind." she explained, and it took Logan a few seconds before realizing that she was reading his thoughts. "There could really be a knife at your throat right now and you wouldn't even know." she continued, piquing his nerves. Control sensed his emotions and her smile widened, but she decided to change the subject.

"So, you must be the notorious Wolverine that I've heard so much about." she said, holding eye contact. "Is it true you killed Jean Grey?" she said, perhaps just to get on his nerves.

Logan stepped forward and let a slight snarl escape his throat.

"Oh, tsk tsk..." Control continued, "I'll take that as a yes… it's a shame, you know. She was so powerful. And – I've been dying to find out, so pray tell – is it just a rumor that you loved her?" she said, leaning forward eagerly.

He narrowed his eyes and took another step toward her. Control smirked as he released angry, heavy breath. "I swear, I'll kill you. It's not like anyone will mind." he snarled.

She quickly gave him the illusion that she was Jean, even imitating her voice. "You wouldn't kill me twice, would you, Logan?"

When Logan unsheathed his claws and held them in front of himself as if daring her to continue, she allowed him to see what was truly there, but continued to smile invitingly.

Abruptly, she stood up from her chair and stretched her arms above her head. She turned around to look at him, a crooked smile forming on her face–

In one swift movement, she was across the room and Logan was pinned against the wall. Even as he tried to push her off, she kept control of him and dug her forehead into his. He had no clue what she was doing, but the pain it caused was tremendous.

Before he knew it, Control was flung away from him by an unseen force. Storm was in the room, pulling him out into the hall.

"What the hell was that?" Logan demanded when they had gotten out into the hallway.

Storm stared back at the metal door and bared her teeth. "If she can get enough concentration and time, Control can permanently burn a sentiment into your mind. She was probably trying to turn you." she explained, still looking at the door.

Logan scoffed. "If you think I'm going back in there, you're insane." he said, turning to walk off.

"Wait!" Storm called after him, and he stopped, but didn't turn to face her. "There's one more thing."

Sorry for the short chapter... I just felt it was appropriate to cut off right there!

The quote is the rough translation of a Chinese proverb.