Chapter 3
Xavier's Home for Gifted Youngsters
12:31 AM
I just destroyed 5 game cameras and 5 security cameras. The evidence of the helicopter and myself ever bein' here was now gone.
I took off into the dark woods. A normal human wouldn't have been able to see, but 'cause I'm a feral mutant, I can see in the dark.
I made no sound as I sprinted through the woods. I jumped over logs and sticks like a wolf.
In the distance I heard deer running the opposite way I was going. I heard birds and bats flapping their wings. I heard squirrels jumping from tree to tree. I could be at perfect peace here in the woods. But, I won't be able to get away. They will find me. They always do. Anyway they got this stupid fuckin' chip or something in my neck. Tracks me and controls my emotions. They fucked me up. I can't act full human (or mutant) anymore. Wolverine is always there, breathin' down my neck. I can't be "Logan" (as Stryker used to call me) or "Jimmy" (as Sabretooth called me) anymore.
I heard the whirring of machines nearby. I must be close to the mansion.
"Wolverine," The ear-bud in my ear voice sounded like Stryker.
"Yeah," I replied through the microphone clipped to my black coat.
"Go in through the north door. That is the back door that leads into the kitchen. That is your best bet at getting to our targets without any distractions."
"Yes, sir."
I rounded to the back of the mansion.
There were 3 lights shining through the windows on the top floor. I could see silhouettes of people walking across the window.
I crouched down low in the trees to watch and wait until the lights turned off.
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"I dunno Kitty! I just got a feeling that someone is watching us! Like a peeping-tom or something!" Jubilee cried as she plopped back onto her pink bed.
"Oh will you chill! There is nobody outside!" Kitty replied as she walked over to the window. She drew back the pink curtains and pointed out the window. "See!"
Jubilee cautiously got up off the bed and tip-toed over to the window. And to her relief, no one was there.
"Whoo! I really had myself scared there! Thanks oh mighty X-Man!" she teased and mock fainted onto her bed.
Kitty giggled. "It is just my job damsel in distress!" Kitty mock flexed her biceps.
They both laughed and Kitty turned off their lamp.
Kitty climbed into her bed. "Night Jubilee," she yawned.
"Night Kitty," she replied. Then she turned over and fell asleep with the comfort that no one was outside watching them….or so she thought.
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Wolverine inwardly chuckled as he listened to the girls', apparently named Kitty and Jubilee, conversation. Little did they know someone was outside watching them.
One light down, two to go.
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"Hey Scott, do you think that we will find that girl, Tora?" Jean asked as she read her book.
"Hmm…I sure hope so," Scott mumbled as he turned over in bed to look at his fiancée. "I still don't know who could blur out that part of British Columbia."
"Me neither. And how could a girl that young manifest her powers? It must have been horrible! We don't even know exactly what her powers were…What if she couldn't control them Scott? "
"I don't know sweetheart, but don't worry. Get some sleep. You're going to give yourself a headache. We will find her, I promise."
Jean smile and closed her book. "I suppose you're right." She set her book on the nightstand next to the bed and shut off the lamp. "Goodnight Scott."
"Goodnight Jean," he replied as he slipped an arm around his fiancée's waist.
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Tora? The X-Men are looking for Tora? Is it the I-Can-See-Dead-People Tora? Did she escape? Dammit why do I have to capture these people? They can find her if she escaped. She will die if she's out there alone. Wolverine thought.
I shook my head, as if to shake the stupid thoughts out of my head. I have a mission and that is to capture these x-geeks.
Two down, one to go.
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"Bobby, could ja please turn off zhe video game. I am tryzing to zleep here!" Kurt yelled. He had a pillow wrapped around his head.
"Just one more level Kurt!" Bobby shouted back.
"You zaid that 5 levels ago!" Kurt shouted back.
Bobby didn't reply he just kept on shooting other guys trying to shoot at him.
"Ugh!" Kurt let out an exasperated sigh. He teleported out of the bed next to Bobby, who sitting cross-legged on the floor. Kurt grabbed the controller out of bobby's hands and saved the game and turned the Xbox 360 off. Kurt then teleported back to bed.
"Hey I was playing that!" Bobby yelled.
"Yeah, for zhe last zeven hourz!"
"It was seven hours…"
"Yez!"
"Oh, sorry Kurt," Bobby apologized.
"Ugh, it's alright, if you please shut it off next time I azk."
Bobby smiled. "Thanks Kurt! I will, I promise!" Then he climbed into bed.
You said that the last three times, Kurt thought. "Thankz."
"Night Kurt," Bobby said. Then he turned off the lamp.
"Night Bobby."
A minute of silence.
"Did you save the game?" Bobby asked, breaking the silence.
Kurt chuckled. "Yez, I saved zhe game."
"Awesome! Thanks!" Bobby exclaimed.
"Welcome," Kurt said.
A few moments later the two fell asleep.
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Idiots, I thought.
But that was the last light. Let's do this.
I stood up and stretched my legs, then took off across the lawn. I didn't make a single sound as my combat boots hit the ground. I jumped over a frisbee and basketball as I ran.
When I made it to the patio, I looked up and looked for any security cameras. I saw two. One on the corner of the mansion, pointing straight at the lawn, and another above the door leading into the kitchen pointing at the patio where I'm standing. Both caught me.
I reached into my belt and pulled out a gun. I pointed the gun at the first camera, then shot and hit it. But the gun didn't make a sound due to the silencer.
Then I pointed it at the second camera, aimed, and shot.
I put the gun back into my belt and secured it in.
Then I silently stalked over to the door. I slipped my fingers around the doorknob and twisted. It didn't budge. Locked. Huh, no problem.
I unsheathed one claw and slid it in between the crack between the door and wall. I pulled my fist down. I sliced the deadbolt, and then I pushed my claw in where a key would go. I sliced the doorknob.
I sheathed my claw then silently pushed the door open.
I walked into the kitchen. Damn, big kitchen, I thought.
I walked silently around the island. The countertop was covered in cereal boxes, wrappers, dishes, and silverware. Yep, definitely a place where kids live.
I walked past a giant Sub-Zero fridge that my reflection shown in. Thing's tall, I probably can't reach the top.
First target: A girl named Anna Marie, surname unknown, but she goes by the name Rogue. Average height, white bangs, auburn hair, green eyes. Age 19. Power: Energy absorption
I followed the scent of perfume through the dining room into a living room. A huge 90" flat screen TV hung up on the wall. Damn. In front of the TV lay a brown leather wrap-around couch with matching recliners by the wall. A glass coffee table was in front of the couch.
Below the couch was a table where 3 different game consoles and a DVD and Blu Ray player.
Where do these x-geeks get their damn money? These people are loaded!
I shook my head. Focus on the mission, not their fancy electronics. The Wolverine yelled through my head. The animal was itching to get out.
I stalked down the hallway until I reached an elevator. Can't take the elevator, too much noise. I looked around for a sign that signaled stairs. To my right, I saw a sign illuminated in red that said stairs. I pushed the door open and climbed the stairs.
When I reached the top, I could clearly hear snoring all through the hallway. So these are the dorms?
I looked closely. Wait, this is the same fuckin' hallway that was in training a couple days ago. That has to be a coincidence. But, how would they know?
Focus on the mission! The Wolverine shouted.
I followed the scent to a room all the way down the hallway to the last room. I pressed my ear against the door. I heard one voices snoring, deep breathing, and a steady heartbeat. She's asleep. Gladly no roommate, all clear.
I gently put my hand on the doorknob and twisted. The doorknob clicked, it was unlocked. With my other hand I gently pushed the door open.
Inside, the room was covered in posters of bands and pictures of her and her friends. There was a desk in the corner with a laptop on it to my left and a bed to my right. On the bed was a lump facing the wall.
I silently stalked over to the bed and reached into my belt. I pulled out a cloth and held my breath. Chlorophorm. I reached my right hand around her head and quickly pressed the cloth against her nose and mouth. With my left hand I held her arms and body in place.
Her eyes shot open and she gasped. She struggled at first but, a second later, her eyes fluttered shut and her body went limp. The effects would last 6 hours due to the strong chemicals in the rag.
I stood up and left the room. I closed the door behind me but not all the way, to know I had gotten her.
Second Target: Robert Louis "Bobby" Drake with short blonde hair, blue eyes, average height. 17 years of age. Power(s): Thermokinesis, Cyrokinesis, Hydrokinesis, molecular moisture inversion and controversion
So basically he can control ice.
I walked down the hall, remembering which room was theirs' from eavesdropping on his conversation with someone named Kurt.
I stopped at a door in the center of the hallway, I smelled a strong scent of cologne and heard loud snoring coming from inside. Yup, this is a boy's room.
I checked to see if the door was locked, which it wasn't, and opened the door. I looked around and saw a flat-screen TV hooked to a game console on one side of the room and a loft bed on the other. A blonde lying on his back occupied the bottom and on the top was a blue elf?
No shit, it's a school for mutants dumbass, the Wolverine echoed through my head. Asshole.
I assumed this blonde was Bobby and pulled out the rag doused in chlorophorm and held my breath. I readied my hand above the kid's stomach and pressed the rag over his nose and mouth. Bobby's eyelids shot open and ice blue eyes stared into my own pair of blue eyes through the mask. Bobby struggled more than Rogue, his arms flailing trying to push me away and hit me in the face, but it was no use. A moment passed and his eyelids finally shut.
Third target: Kurt Wagner. Blue skin, blue hair/fur, blue eyes, blue tail. 17 years of age. Power: Teleportation.
The elf on the top bunk is my third target. But I don't want to climb up there. Maybe I could bait him down? I looked around the room looking for something to use. My eyes landed on the giant flat-screen TV on the other side of the room. The wheels in my head started turning…
I crossed the room in a few strides and looked around for a remote. I found it lying on the TV stand. I picked it up and pressed the red button on the top. Then the TV came to life. I quickly set it back down and silently made my way across the room then crouched down in the shadows.
The lump on the top bunk started stirring. "Bobby," it groaned. "Turn zhe TV off. It iz the middle of the night."
Ah, so the elf is German. Noted.
The lump stirred again. "Bobby seriously turn it off!"
When Bobby didn't move, the elf got up and teleported in front of the TV and looked around for the remote with half closed eyes. Now is my time to act. I made my way behind the elf, grabbing the rag at the same time and pressed it up against his mouth. With my other arm and grabbed his torso and held him in place. He instantly woke up gasping for air at the same time, which gave him a large dose of chlorophorm. He passed out in my arms.
I gently set him down on the floor and stuffed the rag back in the pocket, then I shut the TV off.
I made my way out of the cologne smelling room and left the door partially open to mark the room. I mentally went through my "hit-list" and remembered-
Fourth target: Jubilation "Jubilee" Lee with short black hair, blue eyes, shorter in height, and 15 years of age. Power: project pyrotechnic energy plasmoids.
I remembered her talking to a girl named Kitty in her room. It might be a bit harder to get those two if one wakes up. But Kitty is my fifth target.
Fifth Target: Katherine "Kitty" Pryde with brown hair, brown eyes, average height, 16 years of age. Power: Move through solid matter.
I followed Jubilee's strong scent of bubblegum to their room.
I heard the sounds of snoring and slid my hand around the doorknob. I pushed the door open.
The bedroom looked like one of those stereotypical teenage girl rooms. The walls were painted pink and there were posters of boy bands hung up around the room. Pictures from photo booths were hung up on the walls and flower stickers. The comforters on the beds were pink and purple flowers scattered all over them mixed with swirl patterns. Even the girls' book-bags were pink. There was too much pink in this room for my own good…
He silently stepped over to the bed on his right and peered over.
The girl in the bed has a mass of brown hair atop her head. This must be Kitty. I glanced over to the other bed, that must be Jubilee.
I strode across the room to Jubilee. The covers were kicked down to the edge of the bed at some point and she was lying on her stomach. This might be difficult…
I pulled out the rag, and gently grazed it down her back. She stirred. I repeated the action and she mumbled something coherent and rolled over so she faced the wall. Perfect.
I switched the rag to my left hand and reached over her head and readied my right. I quickly pressed the rag to her nose and mouth and she woke up. She gasped and took in a large dose of the chemical. Her eyes fluttered shut and she fell limp. Huh, that was easy.
I turned to the brunette. This might be harder. She can move through solid matter, so if I use the chlorophorm it would give her enough time so she could phase right through the bed and floor into the room below, or phase right through me. Either way would be bad.
I strode over to her bed and thought about what to do. I felt around my belt. I felt another gun on the left side. The right side had my real gun with the silencer, so which one is this?
I picked it up and opened up the barrel. Inside was a dart, a tranquilizer dart. The effects of the dart also lasted about 6 hours, and on top of that the gun didn't make a sound when shot. This would work.
I closed the barrel and cocked the gun. I aimed it at her right shoulder and shot. It went straight into her shoulder and she woke up and saw me. I pressed my hand, with the rag just in case, to muffle the scream. Then, her eyes fluttered and she passed out.
I felt around for more darts and loaded the gun again then I holstered it and walked out of the room, barely closing it behind me.
Now, for the big leagues.
Sixth target: Henry "Hank" McCoy, Beast. Blue skin, blue fur, fangs, blue eyes, claws. Feral mutant. Power(s): Superhuman strength/speed/agility/ durability/senses/dexterity, genius-level intellect, animal-like physiology, razor sharp claws teeth.
A little like me, of course except the blue and being a genius.
I walked down the hall and caught the scent of a cat. That must be Hank. I pressed my ear against the door and heard heavy, steady breathing coming from inside. He was sound asleep.
I tried to turn the doorknob but it wouldn't budge. Locked. Dammit.
I popped one claw and pushed it where the key should go, twisted my fist 90 degrees, then pulled it out. Then I slid the 9" claw in between the door and the wall and pulled it down. Then I sheathed my claw and pushed the door open.
The room was a tiny version of a laboratory. Chemicals, test tubes, vials, microscopes, and all this lab shit was in here. This guy must be one of those scientist types. Then I looked at the desk in the corner. A giant, blue, furry gorilla was asleep in the chair with his head on the desk, wearing a lab coat and goggles.
My eyes widened a little bit. Hey, dumbass, it a school for goddamn mutants. We've seen worse, so quit pussyfootin' around and get your mission over with! The Wolverine's voice echoed through my head. Asshole.
I pulled out my tranquilizer gun back out and with my other hand I pulled out the chlorophorm rag. I walked up behind the gorilla and pressed the rag against his face and pinned him against the desk with my body. Then with my left hand I pressed the gun against his back.
He woke up, growled, and threw me against the wall by the door.
Hank stood up from his office chair and roared. I jumped up off the floor and he swung his large clawed hand at me. I blocked the attack and kicked his side.
Hank blocked his fall with his right arm and jumped back up. He threw his left arm at me and his sharp claws caught my face, but didn't rip my mask off. My wounds healed instantly.
Hank stood back up off the floor and lunged at me. I popped my claws and swiped at him. My claws came into contact with his face and knocked him to the ground. I straddled him and hit him in the face with my adamantium laced fist. Unconscious.
I stood up off of him and picked my tranq gun up off the floor. I aimed and shot him in the center of his blue chest, just to make sure.
Seventh target: Remy LeBeau, brown hair, red eyes, tall. 24 years of age. Power (s): Control/manipulation of potential energy and kinetic energy, hypnotic charm.
His name sounds familiar…oh yeah the Cajun. I come across him before during missions.
I walked down the hallway a little more, following the smell of gumbo. I came across a room with 5 cards taped on the front; a royal flush of spades. Yeah this is Cajun's room.
I heard steady breathing inside. I opened up the door and the smell of strong cologne attacked my nose. Hypnotic charm my ass.
The room was plain. It composed of a two-person bed to my right and a nightstand beside it then an open window to my left.
I saw the Cajun lying on his bed shirtless, wearing pajama pants covered in poker chips sound asleep and snoring.
I pulled out the chlorophorm. He only stirred in his sleep. I pressed it on his face. He woke up and didn't breathe in. God-fuckin'-dammit! His right hand reached for the nightstand and I reached for the arm. I pulled it back but he already had a card in his hand all charged up. He threw it at me and I flew back against the wall.
"Nobody gon' be kidnappin' Remy tonight!" he shouted and grabbed his deck of cards off the nightstand.
I reached for the tranq gun in the holster and got it out, but before I could cock the gun he threw a card at my face. The card exploded on the left side of my face and blew up the mask. I shook my head so the scraps of the mask would get off my face.
His eyes widened in realization. The Cajun must've recognized me. That was just enough time to cock the gun and aim at his shoulder, I shot.
He looked down at his shoulder with the dart sticking out, then fell to the floor.
Down the hall I heard a door open. Dammit Gumbo you woke up the other x-geeks!
I jumped up off the floor and reloaded the tranq gun and snuck over to the corner by door. I poked my head around the corner to quickly pull it back in. In the hallway was one man with sunglasses on. Now why in the Hell would a guy be wearing sunglasses inside in the middle of the fucking night?
Eighth target: Scott Summers. Brown hair, eye color: unknown. Leader of the X-Men. 24 years of age. Engaged. Power(s): Optic force blasts
Did they come out of his eyeballs or something?
"Is anyone out there?" a girl called from the bedroom with an open door.
"No, Jean," Scott called. "Gambit must just be having a nightmare or something, let me check on him."
"Okay, careful honey," Jean called.
Footsteps sounded in my ears, drawing closer to the bedroom. I cocked the gun quietly.
Scott walked into the room and saw the Cajun lying face first on the floor. He slowly walked closer to the body as I aimed, then fired. Scott turned and looked at me; my face was illuminated by the moonlight shining through the windows. I grinned, showing my pronounced canines.
He stumbled then fell and I caught him to prevent making more noise. I set him on the floor then peeked into the hallway. There was nobody in it. I slipped into the dark hallway and closed the door, not all the way, behind me.
Ninth target: Jean Grey. Red hair, green eyes. Engaged (apparently to Scott Summers). Power(s): telepathy, telekinesis. Phoenix allows to: psionically manipulate matter and any form of energy in others, manipulate timelines, travel through space.
Telepaths, I guess it's a blessing that I can block out telepaths from my mind.
I pulled out the tranq gun as I walked down the hallway, it was already loaded, and cocked it. I pressed myself against the wall and slid down the hallway. I peered into the room. A girl with fiery red hair was sitting up in bed looking through the picture window across the room. I held the gun around the corner and aimed at the redhead, and pulled the trigger. Then I pulled my head and arm out of the doorway.
I hit her right in her bicep. The redhead gasped and looked at the doorway. To her dismay, she wouldn't see anyone. Then, I heard her head hit the pillow.
Tenth target: Piotr "Peter" Rasputin. Black hair, blue eyes. 22 years of age. Power(s): transform his body into organic steel granting superhuman strength/stamina/durability, trained acrobat and swordsman.
I remembered where his room based on the map. I walked to the next room and listened for steady breathing. When I did, I opened up the door and walked inside. His room was plain. There was a bookshelf on one wall and a bed and nightstand by the other. Peter was lying on the bed on his back with a book sitting on his chest.
I still had my rag in my hand so I decided to use that. I walked over to the bed and readied myself; I pressed the rag to his mouth and nose. His eyes shot open and stared into my eyes, haven't realized what was happening. He took in a deep breath and took a rather large dose of the chemical into his mouth. Not a second later, his eyes shut and the Russian fell limp.
Eleventh target: Ororo Munroe. White hair, blue eyes, dark skin. 24 years of age. Power(s): weather manipulation, flight, energy perception, ecological perception, immunity to temp. extremes.
A weather witch huh?
I remembered where her room was as well. I walked down the hall all the way back to the stairs. I climbed two flights of stairs up to the loft. Once I reached the top, there was a small hallway with one door at the end. Up here, it smelled like flowers, rain, and fresh cut grass. Definitely 'Ro's room. I walked down to the door and opened it. The smell grew stronger, and I felt like was I the woods again. At home.
In the corner of the room, by very large picture windows, was a queen size bed with a woman with bright white hair lying on it. She was sound asleep. She is beautiful. Shut up Wolverine.
I silently walked over to the bed and looked at her. She looked like a goddess. She was asleep on her side facing the wall. I once again pulled out the rag. I fell like an ass doing this.
I pressed the rag up to her face and pressed down on her stomach to hold her in place. She gasped, breathing in the chemical. She looked into my blue eyes with her own. Her eyebrows came together, creating worry lines. Then her eyes fluttered and eventually closed, and her body went limp.
I picked her up and took her down the two flights of stairs. Once we reached the bottom, I set her on a bench in the hallway.
Twelfth target: Charles Xavier. Bald, blue eyes, disabled. 80 years of age. Creator of the X-Men and Xavier's School for Gifted youngsters. Power(s): telepathy, empathy, mind control, mental bolts, psionic blasts, induced paralysis, illusion casting, astral projection, eidetic memory, genius-level intellect. Most powerful telepath in the world.
Well shit.
I walked down the hallway further, each door in this hallway was cracked open symbolizing I already got them, and stopped at a room with double doors. I pressed my ear to the door and heard steady breathing inside. Is this his room? I don't remember on the map.
I took my chances and opened up one of the doors. The room was huge. In the center of the room was a large oak desk with stacks of papers all over it. On the right was a dry-and-erase board with red writing on it. On my left, was a bed with a bald man lying on his back on it. right beside the bed was a large silver wheelchair and the wheels formed and 'X' with a circle around it. This was definitely Charles Xavier's room.
I silently walked over to the bed. Ya know, I kinda feel bad for having to do this to an 80 year old…but a mission is a mission. I don't feel like getting burned alive again.
I pulled out my chlorophorm rag and pressed it to his face. His eyes shot open in alarm and made eye contact with mine. Moments later, his eyes shut.
I lifted my hand and put the rag back in my belt.
I walked out of the large bedroom and into the hallway. I pinched the microphone clipped to my coat and spoke into it.
"Mission completed."
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Authoress note: so Wolverine completed his mission, now what? I don't know, gonna have to wait until next chapter!
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