Lake Alkai, Canada
The temperatures at lake alkai were well below zero degrees celsius. The surface of the lake was frozen solid. The sun was shining bright and there hadn't been anybody in the area for long periods of time. Wildlife flourished around the frozen lake. The surface of the lake slowly cracked, disturbing the utter silence in the area. The ice on the surface of the water began to melt and crack rapidly. The water was hot and the temperature of the lake quickly increased despite the fact of the freezing temperature. The water seemed to be boiling, largebubbles popped to the surface of the lake.
Salem Center, New York
Professor Charles Xavier clutched his head. At had been 3 years since he lost one of his first students Jean Grey. He exhaled deeply and looked out the window, he looked at the meadows around the school, and deep past it the thick forest that surrounded it.
"Professor?" A young girl asked, she wore a hood and covered her hands in gloves. She pushed her hair back, a natural brunette with a white highlight she obtained during an encounter years ago.
The Professor was deep in thought looking out the window.
"Professor?" Rogue called out again.
"Oh, pardon me Rogue." He excused himself.
The old man looked at a class of young adults before him.
"You were talking about dynamic equilibrium and vapor pressure." She tried reminiscing.
"Right dynamic equilibrium," The professor began but he quickly clutched his head again.
He felt a sharp ache through the recess of his mind.
"Forgive me. We'll continue the lesson on our next meeting, no homework".
Sighs of relief came from just about every scholar in the professor's office as they left. Charles Xavier closed his eyes and exhaled , he needed to relax.
Professor,please help me! He heard a voice say, it sounded too familiar.
"Jean" He whispered to himself.
In aninstant his mind was already on the job, he tried communicating telepathically but the result was what happened to any telepath who communicated with the dead, a brain freeze. The professor looked out the window, he had yet to understand what was going on.
British Columbia, Canada
Sitting inside Logan had already had 16 mugs of beer. The country music changed to 80s pop, Billie Jean by Michael Jackson. It wasn't his taste but he chuckled at the irony. He gulped down the last bit of beer in his mug and glanced at the TV screen. It was channelseven news,
"Investigators are finding out more clues on what could of caused the terrible plane crash that left all 234 passengers dead except for sole survivor Neena Thompson. The young girl is currently in custody, aside from minor cuts she is unharmed. We'll be bring more on this story. As for now Im Kristy Kruek, Fox 7 news"
"Anymore?" Asked the bartender.
"Yeah, another, make that Heineken." Logan added.
For second he drifted off, all he could think about was Redd, Jean Grey.
It had been 3 years since the woman he loved died, sacrificing her life for the team. Jean was one of a million, no woman would ever replace the love he had for Jean. His moment of reminiscence quickly ended when the bar tender slammed the beer on the wooden counter top. Logan began drinking some more beer. His facial expressions were exhausted, he was emotionally drained, lacked the energy he once had, lacked motivation. A sigh escaped Logan's lips, he was about to take another sip of his beer when he dropped the glass. It instantly shattered on the ground and beer sloshed over the floor. A jarring migraine came from Logan's head.
LOGAN!
It was Jean's voice, he looked around the room. People starred at him, bothered by his disturbing behavior. He clutched his head as he looked around the room, he heard Jean's voice again, calling his name. Then a unexplainable pain came from his knuckles, blood splattered as six long knives sliced between each of Logan's knuckles. The claws slowly came out, abnormally his healing factor seemed to be temporarily disabled. Logan shrieked in agony, he felt a terrible pain around his knuckles as well as his head. The jarring migraine soon ceased, it took Logan a few seconds to realize what had happened. He panted heavily, somehow the panting eased the pain quicker.
"Get out of the bar!" Yelled the bartender.
"Oh not this again...Cant a guy get a beer in this world without always having to be threatened." Logan complained to himself.
"Get out of the bar!I swear, I have a shotgun and im not afraid to use it!" The bartender threatened. "Your kind isn't accepted here!".
Logan walked toward the counter, the bartender moved back as a reflex. Logan retracted his claws in a menacing fashion, he gave the bartender an intimidating look and grabbed his jacket.
"Id like to see you try that bub," He said, heading for the exist.
Outside Logan got on his Harley Davison motorcycle, it was a rare edition, less than 10 left in the world, of course he had taken it without permission fromScott.He looked out, deep into the Canadian woods
"Redd," He whispered to himself.
He turned on the motorcycle and rode away, he had to head back to the X-mansion, maybe the professor would be able to answer his questions.
Salem Center, New York
The door opened to the professor's office.
"Professor," Ororro begun.
"Ororro, what is it?" The Professor asked as he turned to face her.
"I believe that's the question I came to ask you. Its been three days in a row that youve been letting the kids off early, not giving homework. Whats going on?" Ororro asked in her thick African accent.
The Professor gave a small chuckle "Well you know," The Professor started.
Ororro waited for the answer impatiently.
"Stress?..I don't know, something has been bothering me lately-"
"Its Jean isn't it?" Ororro asked.
"Can you believe, this Friday will be three years, three years since she died." Charles said with such anguish in his voice.
"She was a great friend, my best friend. With all due respect professor, Jean's death has affected all of us." Ororro told him.
"But some more than others, Scott is a changed man and Logan, Logan left off once again."
"Some things are out of your control, Logan is a loner, no matter how much we want him to stay he never will" Ororro replied, she gave him a warm smile in an effort to comfort him.
"Hes here." The Professor informed.
"Who?" Ororro asked.
"Hank"
Ororro walked into the elevator and the Professor came along as well. Ororro's heart raced,the two had an on and off relationship in the past, but she still had feelings for him.
"Oh don't worry, Ororro your hair is fine." The Professor replied.
"Reading my mind Professor?" She asked.
"No but you've tried at least 5 different hair styles in the past5 minutes" He revealed to her.
She laughed at the though, she pulled down her shirt and pushed her long white hair back.
She took a deep breath
"Im nervous" She admitted.
"It doesn't take a telepath to figure that out" The Professor replied.
The elevator door slowly opened.
Dr.Hank McCoy looked out at the small prairie that was around the mansion and the woods that surrounded it beyond. He turned away from the window. He was lost for a second, he looked at his arm. The hair on his skin had already turned blue, pretty soon, he hypothesized that his on going mutation would cause him to have blue fur. His hands were abnormally large as were his feet. For a second he felt the agony and remembered the cruelty he endured as a child for being different.
The moment of remembrance ended, he was happy that it ended. He could here footsteps walk closer due to his sensitive hearing. The door opened and in walked in Ororro and Professor Charles Xavier. Hank stood to his feet. He glared at her for a few seconds, before him a beautiful woman that didn't judge him for what he looked like but who he was. People like that were unfortunately rare in society.
"Hank," Ororro said as she slowly walked to him. "Long time no see" She said as she gave him a nice long hug.
"Its been a long time." He replied. She let him go and Hank gave Charles a respectful look.
"I wish I could do the same" Charles told him.
"I wish I could come here to give you all good news, but I cant." He sounded unfortunate.
"What' wrong?" Ororro asked.
"As you may know, I was given a high position in the government, for mutant defense. What they plan to do to us is cure us, they plan to cure us." Hank said coldly.
Ororro looked at Charles,
"Cure us?" Charles asked, slightly bewildered.
"There is a new drug created by a pharmaceutical company, it is designed to cure mutation among humans. Depending on the mutant the cure may take an affect at different time rates." Dr.McCoy informed.
The Professor gave a stressful sigh.
"This makes no sense biochemically. Wont there be health hazzards from this?" He asked.
"Yes, that is one of my main concerns. Mutation being such a long process, de-mutating a hetero sapien in a matter of hours or weeks can have a jarring affect and can lead to terrible diseases or even death. There is a 50 survival rate for those who take the cure and those who survive the cure may have genetic defects among future generations" He replied sadly.
"This is crazy, there is nothing wrong with us. How did they create this cure?" Ororro asked.
"Other mutants, the government has tracked down three in total with the means to create the cure. Two of the mutants were captured, one was killed through health complications and recently a shape shifting mutant by the name of Raven Darkholme attempted an assassination on the other young child"
The Professor shook his head "Mystique" he said with bitterness.
"She is now in government custody" Hank replied.
"This is all wrong," Ororro replied, she was clearly upset.
She walked and looked out the window of the vast living room, she saw plenty of young children running around, all mutants.
"There is nothing wrong with us, why would the government take a chance to give us this cure when it can kill us, this cant be right" She responded.
"Half the things done in the government aren't right regardless. The search is on for the other child," Hank began
"Her name is Samantha Maddox."
"If Mystique tried to kill that boy, that means they know about the program," Ororro said "They're going to try and kill her before the government finds her" She whispered to herself.