Hey guys. Sorry about the long wait. I've kinda been writing this chapter off and on but I've also been distraced. 1. I've got a job now so chapter posting will be less frequent than usual. 2. a couple of my other fanfictions (really only one) has since caught my attention and I've been working on getting that one finished. It's not finished nor is it even close to being finished yet.
okay, a couple of disclaimers. You know I don't own either X-Men or MewTwo. I only own some of the modifications to MewTwo. One other thing, one of my readers pointed out that "MewTwo is a guy". actually, that's not true. I'm pretty sure it said in the movie that MewTwo is male, but the Pokemon Wikia lists "him" as "genderless". My MewTwo is also genderless but "it" answers to feminine titles. Remember guys, this is MY fanfict. You don't like it, i give you permission to rewrite it to suit your own tastes. you can even make MewTwo a male if you really really want to but that's up to you. Think you could do better?
Chapter Three
Questions
"Don't hurt me." The creature said, its voice loud and clear in his head.
Logan lowered his fist to his hip, his hazel eyes on the creature's vivid purple ones which stood out on its white, furry face. Its head was shaped like that of a house cat, only bigger and flatter with only slits for nostrils and thin line where its mouth should be. There were two ears on the top of its head and its head sat on a slender neck with a second neck traveling from the back of its skull to a spot between its shoulder blades. Its body was slender and every bone was visible through its white, furry skin. Four slender arms were curved protectively around its body and each hand ended with three fingers. The hips were large And so were the two legs which ended in two-toed feet. A purple tail flicked around its feet.
"I'm not going to hurt you." Logan said, his eyes still on its eyes—eyes, re realized, were the same ones from his dream. In fact, this room was from his dream, too.
The creature relaxed, its twelve fingers uncurling from around its ankles. Logan slowly eased itself onto the bed, right beside its feet. It sat up, alertly, And stared at him.
"How long have you been here?" Logan asked.
One of the creature's lower arms reached out to touch Logan's hand, hesitated, then flattened against his knuckles. Logan's eyes closed without permission, And images flashed in his mind. The sun and moon traded places in the sky twice.
"Two days." Logan said. "You've been here two days."
The creature nodded.
"How did you get here?"
Another image of the creature burst from the tank, the feeling for its need for freedom powerful in his mind. It dragged its wet, clumsy body to the bed and crawled into the covers. Confusion replaced the freedom, and hunger appeared soon after, replacing the confusion.
"Are you still hungry?" Logan asked.
Another nod.
"Do you know what your purpose is?"
This time, a head shake.
Logan gave a small snort of mirth. "Neither do I." He said.
They were quiet, then "I have a friend named Charles Xavier. He's a Mutant, just like you and I are and he helps people like us. Now, he'd like me to take you in to meet him."
The creature cocked its head at him. "Mutant?" It played with the word's syllables and pronounced each letter like it was learning a new word.
Maybe it is. Logan realized.
"What is a Mutant?"
Logan struggled to explain what it was that made them different from other people but failed at it, horribly. He possessed the mentality of a soldier and an animal, not a scientist. Nor did he know the dictionary definition to the word either or the specifics to why it happens. Instead, he resorted to a different answer.
"My friend would be better able to explain it."
"Logan? Who are you talking to?" Xavier asked in Wolverine's ear.
Shit! I totally forgot about him!
"Uh, sorry Charles. I got a little sidetracked." He said. "I did, however, find the thing that has you on edge. A Mutant. It was born two days ago."
"That's when my headaches started." Xavier mused. "And when Cerebro's sensors picked up the presence of a Mutant manifestation."
"Permission for me to bring it to you." Logan said.
"Granted." Xavier said without a moment's hesitation. No doubt, he was curious about this Mutant as well. Logan had to admit, he was too.
-X-
"Well, whaddaya know!" Dr. Hank "Beast" McCoy said, circling around the little creature now sitting on his examination table.
Aside from Beast and the baby Mutant, Logan and Professor Xavier were also present. Some members of the X-Men gathered outside the doorway; pushing to see the thing whose mental capacities outmatched the professor's.
"What's that supposed to mean, Doc?" Logan grumbled. He had nonchalantly leaned against the wall with both powerful arms folded over his thick chest.
Beast rubbed his chin, thoughtfully peering over his spectacles at the wonder Logan presented him with.
"This is the first working case of a Science-based Mutate I've ever seen. Usually SBM's were already Mutants that have been modified. But this one—you say it was grown inside the lab?"
"That's what it showed me." Logan said.
"What do you mean it 'showed' you?" Xavier asked, steepling his fingers in front of his face.
"It touched me and I saw pictures in my head—images of its birth—all accompanied by what it was feeling at that time."
"Fascinating!" Beast said with a huge grin on his blue, hairy features. "Photographic telepathy accompanied by emotion. Was it seen with absolute clarity?"
"About as clear as a rain-streaked window." Logan said. "I could only guess I saw what it could see at the time."
"Yes. There is that possibility." Beast said. He circled the little Mutant again. Its head and eyes followed his movements perfectly. "What do you think, Professor?"
"Yes, I think that is a great possibility." The professor said. "We'll have to learn more about it. Hank, you learn what you can about it here while I learn what I can about it from the data Logan brought us. Call me if you need me."
Without waiting for a response, Xavier rolled his chair out of the room. The creature watched him leave, then touched Beast's hand with a question.
"He doesn't like me, does he?"
"Of course he likes you!" Beast said, ruffling its head, fondly. "He just doesn't know what to do with you yet! You're a mystery to him and to us. And, he's sensitive to psionic pulses. Quite frankly, you're putting out a lot of them. It will take some time before you learn not to put out so much of them and for him to get used to you and learn to close off his mind to those pulses."
"Oh." The creature said, without touching Beast. It looked away and prepared itself to be examined.
-X-
"What was all that about, Professor?" Scott Summers, AKA Cyclops, asked. He and Ororo, Storm, followed close behind the professor's electric wheelchair and Scott was more than prepared to chew his teacher out over his behavior in the infirmary. "Why were you so rude to that little Mutant in there?"
Xavier didn't answer right away. He was, instead, nursing a headache while trying to close his mind off to the heavy, mental pulses he could still feel. Both caused him to be something he wasn't: cold and aloof, on edge. Worried about admitting a possibly dangerous Mutant. But he couldn't condemn it unless it had done something dangerous; something that could result in the deaths of his students. And with it having been born in a laboratory belonging to Niles Julius Hudson—a well-known Mutant-hater—Xavier could only be led to believe this poor creature belonged to a man who would love nothing more than to destroy every single Mutant in existence. And what better way to commit Muticide than with a powerful Mutant that could surpass even the greatest mutants in existence today.
But who would be responsible for killing the killer? How short a leash did Hudson plan to keep on it?
"Professor, this isn't like you."
Ororo's quiet, gentle voice penetrated Xavier's thoughts. He looked up into Storm's vivid blue eyes. Eyes, he knew were abnormal for someone of African descent.
"I know and I will apologize very soon. I'm just concerned is all." Xavier said. He motioned to the computer tower and the box of memory disks and his students took them and followed their teacher to his office.
"About what, Professor?" Cyclops asked.
"That Mutant belongs to Niles Hudson. I know what that man is like. He hates us. For him to make a Mutant . . . I can only imagine what dastardly plans he could possibly want with it."
"What's that supposed to mean, Professor?" asked Storm.
"Hudson has only two interests: power and money. He has lots of money and a thriving business—well, had a thriving business. But while he has the power to make life as well as to take it, Hudson's power also comes in through fear. If this Mutant is as powerful as I think it is, then Hudson would have the entire Mutant community in fear and chaos. Such an uproar will be dangerous to us all."
Cyclops and Storm looked at each other. "So, what should we do, Professor?" Cyclops asked.
"We should wait and see. If this Mutant is a threat to the Mutant world, and if it can begin to understand the difference between right and wrong, good and evil." Professor Xavier said.
"And if it can't?" Cyclops put in.
Xavier's face appeared grave. "Then we must destroy it. Though I must admit I do not truly like that choice."
Cyclops and Storm didn't like that option either. The three of them remained fairly silent. Each in their own thoughts about the young Mutant. Storm thinking the young one was probably old enough to learn the differences of good-evil, right-wrong. Cyclops wondering how to destroy something that strong. And the professor started on his research and was astonished by what he saw.
-X-
Beast snapped on a pair of rubber gloves, smiling sweetly at the young Mutant so as not to worry it. "I'm just going to run a few tests just to figure out what you are." He said. "Don't be afraid."
"I'm not afraid." It said.
"Good." Beast said. He gently lifted the Mutant babe to his hip and carried it to an x-ray machine. There, he set it down on the table and let it stretch out, both sets of arms crossed at his abdomen. "I'm going to take a few some x-rays—pictures—of your insides. This won't hurt a bit."
"Okay." It said.
The bed retracted into the chamber and the machine came alive with a gentle thrumming sound. Beast watched the read-out on the screen and was greatly astonished by everything he saw. Its entire skeletal structure was very different from that of a normal Mutant. In fact, the structure was so different, Hank wrote it off as none-human and switched the machine off. Then, he performed ultrasounds and ran a brain scan on it. The entire procedure went well until Beast wanted to do one last test.
From the big, metal cabinet, he came up with a lancet, a square sheet of paper, and a small Petri dish. Then, he took one of its hands, exposed one finger, and held the lancet over the digit.
"I'm going to take a small sample of blood." He said.
It blinked. "Why?"
"Blood is the best way to discover the health of a person. We might be able to discover who you are."
Beast squeezed the button on the lancet and, no sooner had the needle pierced its skin, then Beast was flung backwards against he wall by an orb of black energy.
"Dr. McCoy!" Said Phoenix, rushing to help her friend to his feet. Until then, she, too, had been keeping a distance from the babe as she, too, was sensitive to psionic impulses. Though, not near as sensitive to bursts as Xavier, the babe was giving her quite the headache.
"Whoa. Somebody take note of that!" Beast said, enthusiastically.
Somehow, Phoenix didn't feel the same way.
