Title: The Edge - Chapter 4
Author: Pinkbishie
Email: feelingpink@alloymail.com
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU of X-Men Evolution team as teenage spies
Note:
I've revised parts of the story a bit. Simple things really, no major changes in the
plot. A few characters have been discarded and if you want some mutant power action, go
watch the cartoon.
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((Kitty))
She stayed a good 20 feet away from Todd as he moved downstairs and across the hall. Once she
noticed he wasn't in 2nd period, she'd decided to trail after him. It took almost an hour to
figure out where he went and by than she was almost sure she'd lost him. Todd was carrying a
brown office envelope under his arm. He seemed in a great rush to get whever he was going.
Kitty darted behind a pillar when Todd glanced over his shoulder. She wished the school wasn't
so damn big. It surpassed the square foot foot of any Macy's store, that's for sure.
Todd picked up the pace and stopped in front of the principal's door before rapping on it 4 times
and stepping inside.
What the hell, Kitty thought as she bit her lip and inched along the wall. The halls being empty
wasn't that surprising considering that there were much more secluded places to skip. Todd was
doing another delivery which was so important he was doing it during school hours.
Carefully, she reached into her purse for a small electrical device that picked up sound waves
through the thickest surfaces. She should be able to hear inside the office. With quick fingers,
Kitty flicked the switched and pressed the device onto the wall. She plugged a thin wire to her
ear phone and waited. Almost immediately, the ear piece came to life, the static making it
almost impossible to hear inside.
"Piece of crap." Kitty muttered, tapping the ear piece.
"..Good work.."
Kitty held her breath, was that the school principal? Destiny Chiles?
"....gotta...Rogue...tough..."
"...Kelly...imperative..."
Kitty adjusted the wire more, wondering if the damn thing was loose. She decided that whatever
they were discussing was a lot jucier than any high school gossip.
"Heard anything good?" A voice said behind her.
Kitty whirled around ready to shove her knee directly into Kurt's groin. Only, it wasn't Kurt.
A large fist came into contact with her right cheek bone, sending her landing on her ass. Reacting
instantly, Kitty flipped to her feet and sent her feet into a roundhouse kick that came into contact
with a head and possibly a neck.
She tore the device from the wall and shoved it into her purse before settling into a defense position.
"Fuck.." The guy stood, he was tall and looked older than the average senior. His dark hair was long
and unevenly cut. Something about him seemed familiar somehow.
He lunged at Kitty but she was prepared for it and had even expected that to be his next move. Moving
swiftly to her left, she sent her fist into his stomach and the other to the back of his neck. With
a sucked in gasp, he toppled forward and was down for the count.
Kitty blew her bangs away from her face, that was easy. The principal's door swung open and Destiny
Chiles, the new principal of Bayville High, observed them with an air of detachment, "What is
going on here?"
Kitty swallowed hard, "He was trying to take my money."
Chiles raised an eyebrow and glanced down at the fallen boy, "Lance Alvers, I thought I expelled you."
Kitty tried not to choke. Lance Alvers? Suspect #3. She stood stupidly for moment looking between the
principal and the ass she'd just kicked.
"Go to class." Chiles ordered, coldly.
Kitty tried to look scared and hesitated when all she really felt was intense adrenaline. "Am I in
trouble?" She squeeked out.
The principal eyed her and smiled, her canines looked amazingly sharp, "No."
Kitty lowered her eyes and nodded before turning around and heading back to class.
Kitty smiled inwardly, Damn, I'm a good actress. True, she didn't know what Lance was up to but if
he was working for The Brotherhood, it didn't matter how good she acted. She was screwed.
((Jean))
Besides Scott, Pietro had to be just about the second best good-looking senior. He was star of the
track tream and every girl's dream boyfriend. There had to be something wrong with him, Jean debated,
there had to be. There never are completely good-looking normal guys. Well, there *was* Scott but as
far as Jean knew, he'd rather recite the CIA's rule book by heart than ask her out on a date.
Jean twirled her pencil between her fingertips. Yep, this had to be about the most mundane, teenage,
everyday thing she'd thought about in a long time.
It's doesn't really matter, she thought while the teacher went on and on about the works of DaVinci,
those things never really last anyway. And she had the parents to prove it.
Her thoughts turned to Pietro. He sat only a few desks away and barely awake. Jean still found it hard
to believe that students with aspirations and homework, just like Pietro, would through it all away
for a few thousnds dollars. It was an entire future working for an organization that they proably knew
nothing about. Jean felt sincerely sorry for Todd and anyone else fallen for the lies. They just didn't
know any better.
Suddenly, she realized she was staring right into Pietro's eyes. He'd caught her staring and a knowing
smile spread across his face. Her eyes shot down and she pretended to take notes. Moments later, a folded
piece of paper went flying and bounced on the desk, into her lap. She stared at it, as if it were a
spider then carefully pulled the edges open.
::Let me take you to out- Tomorrow after school::
Jean glanced up and Pietro winked. Although she didn't find herself especially attracted to him, beside
good looks, she decided to take him up on the offer. She nodded and he gave her a thumbs up.
((Scott))
The entire team sat stone-faced and silent in the conference room while Agent X went over the audio
Kitty had obtained from the principal's office.
From across the room, Logan grumbled, "Can't hear a damn thing."
"Let me have it," Ororo said, holding out a hand, "I will be able to clean it up."
Scott leaned forward in his chair as Agent X spoke, "I need a volunteer to tag Rogue before she goes
out tomorrow night. I'm afraid she still has a few errands to run."
"Why don't we just tell her the deal, " Scott offered, "Get her to work with us on this."
Agent X regarded him curiously, "That will only put her in danger. The main objective of this mission
is to prevent unneccesary loss of life."
Scott was confused, "Senator Kelly's public address is coming up this month isn't it? We don't have
a lot of time, Agent X."
"Patience is a virture, Scott Summers." He looked around the room, "You've all done a superb job."
Minutes later, Ororo returned to the room, wire and tape in hand. She pressed play and the group
listened as two voices echoed off the walls of the room:
"Ah, these are excellent. Good work, Todd."
"It wasn't no piece of cake, either. I gotta hand it to Rogue, she's tough to convince."
"Senator Kelly's public press conference is next Friday. It is imperative that we have her cooperation.
The last thing we want to deal with is a disruption, especially a leak to the CIA."
A third voice was introduced, "Heard anything good?" And the audio went dead.
Scott glanced at Agent X who looked stricken and tense. To his right, Kurt snapped his fingers.
"The guy who attacked us. That's him!"
Kitty smacked her hand on the table, "You're right! I knew I recognized him from somewhere. That jerk
Lance Alvers! He probably blew my cover."
Scott shook his head in his own confusion, Lance Alvers was just a shady character. They hadn't decided
whether he was a suspect or not.
Agent X finally spoke, "Kitty, you've included Destiny Chiles' profile to your report, correct?"
"Of course, I do that with all my reports, " Kitty replied, defensively.
Without another word, Agent X wheeled sharply toward the door and into the computer room.
"What was that about?" Jean asked.
Logan stood from his corner of the room to playback the audio, "That, kiddies, was Raven Darkholme."
Scott opened his mouth to say what they all knew but Jean beat him to it, "One of the Brotherhood's leaders?"
"Wow," Kurt breathed.
Scott looked down at his hands suddely feeling responsible for Rogue's life as well as his teammates.
Why hadn't he thought of such a possiblity before? A good agent would always be open and adaptable to
any situation but now he felt awkward and confused.
"I'll tag her," He said to Ororo, who only nodded and motioned for him to follow her.
He walked with her, determined to tell Rogue everything. Maybe he'd actually do something
right by saving her life.
((Xavier))
He had been in front of the computer for hours staring at pictures of what used to be Raven Darkholme
and the now altered Destiny Chiles. Small wonders for plastic surgery.
"How could I have overlooked such an obvious detail?" He said angrily to the room.
Ororo laid a elegant hand on his shoulder, "It is a detail that has now been noticed. Do not punish
yourself, Xavier. Senator Kelly's speech is the perfect opportunity to contain The Brotherhood."
It was a reassuring feeling to have her there, always supportive and positive. It was still surreal,
having been able to find a fine woman in such a profession.
Logan, who had been silent since he entered, cleared his throat. "Alvers is working for the Brotherhood,
there's no bullshitting about that. I think we should pull Kitty out, the kid's done enough, she'll
get herself killed."
Xavier shook his head, he couldn't begin to tear his eyes away from the screen. He was staring into
the face of destruction, "I think I've placed a death warrant on all of us."
"Don't be so dramatic, Chuck." Logan replied, reaching over and shutting the computer screen off, "Eric's
too fucking arrogant to believe a couple off rookie spy-kids figured out his evil plot. He's still two
steps ahead of us. At least we know why they're using students for deliveries."
"I just don't understand the purpose for Raven's position at a Bayville high school." Xavier sighed,
heavily, feeling exhausted and spent. Logan was right, Eric was too proud to even consider that the
new recruits which gave them the upper hand. They still had the element of surprise, only, there were
too many questions in the air. Why is Raven posing as a Principal? What is the connection to Senator
Kelly's public address? What the bloody were in those packages they delivered anyway?
((Kurt))
After the meeting, it was close to 8:00pm and Kurt decided to collect on Kitty's date. She made up what seemed
like a thousands excuses before sighing in frustration and grabbing her coat. Kurt was ecstatic, she definately
found him irrestible.
"So Kitty," Kurt asked, between bites of a hot dog, "I read you got nabbed for a computer crime. What was it?"
Kitty looked down at her greasy wiener and sighed, "I was trying to get access to old credit card accounts.
You know, when people die, or go missing or cancel their accounts. There's all sorts of ways of calling
them up." She looked up at him bored, "I was a little sloppy in covering my tracks."
Kurt was smug, "Maybe I could rope the show for you sometime?"
Her eyebrow went up and so did the corner of her mouth, "Or maybe show me the ropes? How long have you been
in this country?"
He sat back in the plastic booth of Hot Dog Heaven. Although he was always uncomfortable about dicussing
his past with anyone, he felt compelled to tell her. Everything. And he wanted her to do the same.
"I've been in America for a year and a half. I learned some English while I was in Germany with my family."
She leaned in a little and he enjoyed the thought that she might be interested in him, "Were you close to
them?"
He hesitated, thinking about his mother's homecooking and the stories she told while he sat in the kitchen
with her. He thought about his father and the small souvenier shop he owned downtown. "Yes."
"It must have been hard, you know, to leave them behind?"
Kurt shrugged and offered a short nod before devouring his third and last hot dog, "How about you?"
Kitty blinked twice then smoothed down her already perfect hair. Kurt recognized it was nervous
gestured and he started to realize maybe he had gone in uncharted territory with her.
"My parents. I really don't know them." She said.
He swallowed and stayed silent.
She stared at the napkin in her hand and continued, almost babbling, "My parents died when I was pretty young.
I don't remember them...but sometimes I have these recurring dreams of what they were like. But, I dunno, I'm
not sure if it's just my subconcious making it up or I really remember." Kitty glanced up and laughed
nervously, "What?"
He opened his mouth to say something that would probably end up sounding stupid, so instead he gave her a smile
he hoped conveyed how he felt about her and said, "I'm glad you told me."
She stared at him suspiciously for a moment before picking up her coke and taking a dainty sip from the
straw, "Don't get excited." She warned, "But I'm starting to get the crazy idea that you're not half as
annoying as I thought you were."
For a second, Kurt didn't know whether to laugh or be insulted. He just grinned, "Thanks!"
((Logan))
3:00am nightmares are always the best, Logan thought bitterly. The moon was out, casting a faint glow and
shadow where he stood. The night air was fresh, brisk and serenely quiet which, like an old man, was something
Logan always appreciated. Some peace and quiet.
He sifted around his pockets for a stogey, but when discovering he had none, opted for his pack of cigarettes
instead. He often wondered what would kill him first, hired assassins or lung cancer.
The main thing that was causing his sleepless night was the trouble the Brotherhood was causing. Half his life
had been spent working for the damned organization and the new half of his life was going to be spent bringing
them down.
The CIA still didn't trust him and Logan was fully aware of that. How could anyone trust him? He was the deadliest
man in the entire world to date and he suddenly had a change of heart? Yes. After seeing Xavier, a friend. A father
figure, fall at the hands of other friends was a life altering experience. Years of work and belief meant nothing
to the man named Eric Lensherr.
For many years, Logan was convinced he was a victim of apathy. He thought he was meant as a killing machine and nothing
more. He was sure he was born a defect, without a heart. But no, he learned, anyone is capable of change.
Although he'd die before he admitted it, Logan had more love and faith in humanity that Xavier could even begin to
imagine.
He looked at the newly lit cigarrette in his fingers and without taking another puff let it fall to the ground. Logan
watched it bounce twice on the gravel before taking a gigantic toe and snuffing it out.
Author: Pinkbishie
Email: feelingpink@alloymail.com
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU of X-Men Evolution team as teenage spies
Note:
I've revised parts of the story a bit. Simple things really, no major changes in the
plot. A few characters have been discarded and if you want some mutant power action, go
watch the cartoon.
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((Kitty))
She stayed a good 20 feet away from Todd as he moved downstairs and across the hall. Once she
noticed he wasn't in 2nd period, she'd decided to trail after him. It took almost an hour to
figure out where he went and by than she was almost sure she'd lost him. Todd was carrying a
brown office envelope under his arm. He seemed in a great rush to get whever he was going.
Kitty darted behind a pillar when Todd glanced over his shoulder. She wished the school wasn't
so damn big. It surpassed the square foot foot of any Macy's store, that's for sure.
Todd picked up the pace and stopped in front of the principal's door before rapping on it 4 times
and stepping inside.
What the hell, Kitty thought as she bit her lip and inched along the wall. The halls being empty
wasn't that surprising considering that there were much more secluded places to skip. Todd was
doing another delivery which was so important he was doing it during school hours.
Carefully, she reached into her purse for a small electrical device that picked up sound waves
through the thickest surfaces. She should be able to hear inside the office. With quick fingers,
Kitty flicked the switched and pressed the device onto the wall. She plugged a thin wire to her
ear phone and waited. Almost immediately, the ear piece came to life, the static making it
almost impossible to hear inside.
"Piece of crap." Kitty muttered, tapping the ear piece.
"..Good work.."
Kitty held her breath, was that the school principal? Destiny Chiles?
"....gotta...Rogue...tough..."
"...Kelly...imperative..."
Kitty adjusted the wire more, wondering if the damn thing was loose. She decided that whatever
they were discussing was a lot jucier than any high school gossip.
"Heard anything good?" A voice said behind her.
Kitty whirled around ready to shove her knee directly into Kurt's groin. Only, it wasn't Kurt.
A large fist came into contact with her right cheek bone, sending her landing on her ass. Reacting
instantly, Kitty flipped to her feet and sent her feet into a roundhouse kick that came into contact
with a head and possibly a neck.
She tore the device from the wall and shoved it into her purse before settling into a defense position.
"Fuck.." The guy stood, he was tall and looked older than the average senior. His dark hair was long
and unevenly cut. Something about him seemed familiar somehow.
He lunged at Kitty but she was prepared for it and had even expected that to be his next move. Moving
swiftly to her left, she sent her fist into his stomach and the other to the back of his neck. With
a sucked in gasp, he toppled forward and was down for the count.
Kitty blew her bangs away from her face, that was easy. The principal's door swung open and Destiny
Chiles, the new principal of Bayville High, observed them with an air of detachment, "What is
going on here?"
Kitty swallowed hard, "He was trying to take my money."
Chiles raised an eyebrow and glanced down at the fallen boy, "Lance Alvers, I thought I expelled you."
Kitty tried not to choke. Lance Alvers? Suspect #3. She stood stupidly for moment looking between the
principal and the ass she'd just kicked.
"Go to class." Chiles ordered, coldly.
Kitty tried to look scared and hesitated when all she really felt was intense adrenaline. "Am I in
trouble?" She squeeked out.
The principal eyed her and smiled, her canines looked amazingly sharp, "No."
Kitty lowered her eyes and nodded before turning around and heading back to class.
Kitty smiled inwardly, Damn, I'm a good actress. True, she didn't know what Lance was up to but if
he was working for The Brotherhood, it didn't matter how good she acted. She was screwed.
((Jean))
Besides Scott, Pietro had to be just about the second best good-looking senior. He was star of the
track tream and every girl's dream boyfriend. There had to be something wrong with him, Jean debated,
there had to be. There never are completely good-looking normal guys. Well, there *was* Scott but as
far as Jean knew, he'd rather recite the CIA's rule book by heart than ask her out on a date.
Jean twirled her pencil between her fingertips. Yep, this had to be about the most mundane, teenage,
everyday thing she'd thought about in a long time.
It's doesn't really matter, she thought while the teacher went on and on about the works of DaVinci,
those things never really last anyway. And she had the parents to prove it.
Her thoughts turned to Pietro. He sat only a few desks away and barely awake. Jean still found it hard
to believe that students with aspirations and homework, just like Pietro, would through it all away
for a few thousnds dollars. It was an entire future working for an organization that they proably knew
nothing about. Jean felt sincerely sorry for Todd and anyone else fallen for the lies. They just didn't
know any better.
Suddenly, she realized she was staring right into Pietro's eyes. He'd caught her staring and a knowing
smile spread across his face. Her eyes shot down and she pretended to take notes. Moments later, a folded
piece of paper went flying and bounced on the desk, into her lap. She stared at it, as if it were a
spider then carefully pulled the edges open.
::Let me take you to out- Tomorrow after school::
Jean glanced up and Pietro winked. Although she didn't find herself especially attracted to him, beside
good looks, she decided to take him up on the offer. She nodded and he gave her a thumbs up.
((Scott))
The entire team sat stone-faced and silent in the conference room while Agent X went over the audio
Kitty had obtained from the principal's office.
From across the room, Logan grumbled, "Can't hear a damn thing."
"Let me have it," Ororo said, holding out a hand, "I will be able to clean it up."
Scott leaned forward in his chair as Agent X spoke, "I need a volunteer to tag Rogue before she goes
out tomorrow night. I'm afraid she still has a few errands to run."
"Why don't we just tell her the deal, " Scott offered, "Get her to work with us on this."
Agent X regarded him curiously, "That will only put her in danger. The main objective of this mission
is to prevent unneccesary loss of life."
Scott was confused, "Senator Kelly's public address is coming up this month isn't it? We don't have
a lot of time, Agent X."
"Patience is a virture, Scott Summers." He looked around the room, "You've all done a superb job."
Minutes later, Ororo returned to the room, wire and tape in hand. She pressed play and the group
listened as two voices echoed off the walls of the room:
"Ah, these are excellent. Good work, Todd."
"It wasn't no piece of cake, either. I gotta hand it to Rogue, she's tough to convince."
"Senator Kelly's public press conference is next Friday. It is imperative that we have her cooperation.
The last thing we want to deal with is a disruption, especially a leak to the CIA."
A third voice was introduced, "Heard anything good?" And the audio went dead.
Scott glanced at Agent X who looked stricken and tense. To his right, Kurt snapped his fingers.
"The guy who attacked us. That's him!"
Kitty smacked her hand on the table, "You're right! I knew I recognized him from somewhere. That jerk
Lance Alvers! He probably blew my cover."
Scott shook his head in his own confusion, Lance Alvers was just a shady character. They hadn't decided
whether he was a suspect or not.
Agent X finally spoke, "Kitty, you've included Destiny Chiles' profile to your report, correct?"
"Of course, I do that with all my reports, " Kitty replied, defensively.
Without another word, Agent X wheeled sharply toward the door and into the computer room.
"What was that about?" Jean asked.
Logan stood from his corner of the room to playback the audio, "That, kiddies, was Raven Darkholme."
Scott opened his mouth to say what they all knew but Jean beat him to it, "One of the Brotherhood's leaders?"
"Wow," Kurt breathed.
Scott looked down at his hands suddely feeling responsible for Rogue's life as well as his teammates.
Why hadn't he thought of such a possiblity before? A good agent would always be open and adaptable to
any situation but now he felt awkward and confused.
"I'll tag her," He said to Ororo, who only nodded and motioned for him to follow her.
He walked with her, determined to tell Rogue everything. Maybe he'd actually do something
right by saving her life.
((Xavier))
He had been in front of the computer for hours staring at pictures of what used to be Raven Darkholme
and the now altered Destiny Chiles. Small wonders for plastic surgery.
"How could I have overlooked such an obvious detail?" He said angrily to the room.
Ororo laid a elegant hand on his shoulder, "It is a detail that has now been noticed. Do not punish
yourself, Xavier. Senator Kelly's speech is the perfect opportunity to contain The Brotherhood."
It was a reassuring feeling to have her there, always supportive and positive. It was still surreal,
having been able to find a fine woman in such a profession.
Logan, who had been silent since he entered, cleared his throat. "Alvers is working for the Brotherhood,
there's no bullshitting about that. I think we should pull Kitty out, the kid's done enough, she'll
get herself killed."
Xavier shook his head, he couldn't begin to tear his eyes away from the screen. He was staring into
the face of destruction, "I think I've placed a death warrant on all of us."
"Don't be so dramatic, Chuck." Logan replied, reaching over and shutting the computer screen off, "Eric's
too fucking arrogant to believe a couple off rookie spy-kids figured out his evil plot. He's still two
steps ahead of us. At least we know why they're using students for deliveries."
"I just don't understand the purpose for Raven's position at a Bayville high school." Xavier sighed,
heavily, feeling exhausted and spent. Logan was right, Eric was too proud to even consider that the
new recruits which gave them the upper hand. They still had the element of surprise, only, there were
too many questions in the air. Why is Raven posing as a Principal? What is the connection to Senator
Kelly's public address? What the bloody were in those packages they delivered anyway?
((Kurt))
After the meeting, it was close to 8:00pm and Kurt decided to collect on Kitty's date. She made up what seemed
like a thousands excuses before sighing in frustration and grabbing her coat. Kurt was ecstatic, she definately
found him irrestible.
"So Kitty," Kurt asked, between bites of a hot dog, "I read you got nabbed for a computer crime. What was it?"
Kitty looked down at her greasy wiener and sighed, "I was trying to get access to old credit card accounts.
You know, when people die, or go missing or cancel their accounts. There's all sorts of ways of calling
them up." She looked up at him bored, "I was a little sloppy in covering my tracks."
Kurt was smug, "Maybe I could rope the show for you sometime?"
Her eyebrow went up and so did the corner of her mouth, "Or maybe show me the ropes? How long have you been
in this country?"
He sat back in the plastic booth of Hot Dog Heaven. Although he was always uncomfortable about dicussing
his past with anyone, he felt compelled to tell her. Everything. And he wanted her to do the same.
"I've been in America for a year and a half. I learned some English while I was in Germany with my family."
She leaned in a little and he enjoyed the thought that she might be interested in him, "Were you close to
them?"
He hesitated, thinking about his mother's homecooking and the stories she told while he sat in the kitchen
with her. He thought about his father and the small souvenier shop he owned downtown. "Yes."
"It must have been hard, you know, to leave them behind?"
Kurt shrugged and offered a short nod before devouring his third and last hot dog, "How about you?"
Kitty blinked twice then smoothed down her already perfect hair. Kurt recognized it was nervous
gestured and he started to realize maybe he had gone in uncharted territory with her.
"My parents. I really don't know them." She said.
He swallowed and stayed silent.
She stared at the napkin in her hand and continued, almost babbling, "My parents died when I was pretty young.
I don't remember them...but sometimes I have these recurring dreams of what they were like. But, I dunno, I'm
not sure if it's just my subconcious making it up or I really remember." Kitty glanced up and laughed
nervously, "What?"
He opened his mouth to say something that would probably end up sounding stupid, so instead he gave her a smile
he hoped conveyed how he felt about her and said, "I'm glad you told me."
She stared at him suspiciously for a moment before picking up her coke and taking a dainty sip from the
straw, "Don't get excited." She warned, "But I'm starting to get the crazy idea that you're not half as
annoying as I thought you were."
For a second, Kurt didn't know whether to laugh or be insulted. He just grinned, "Thanks!"
((Logan))
3:00am nightmares are always the best, Logan thought bitterly. The moon was out, casting a faint glow and
shadow where he stood. The night air was fresh, brisk and serenely quiet which, like an old man, was something
Logan always appreciated. Some peace and quiet.
He sifted around his pockets for a stogey, but when discovering he had none, opted for his pack of cigarettes
instead. He often wondered what would kill him first, hired assassins or lung cancer.
The main thing that was causing his sleepless night was the trouble the Brotherhood was causing. Half his life
had been spent working for the damned organization and the new half of his life was going to be spent bringing
them down.
The CIA still didn't trust him and Logan was fully aware of that. How could anyone trust him? He was the deadliest
man in the entire world to date and he suddenly had a change of heart? Yes. After seeing Xavier, a friend. A father
figure, fall at the hands of other friends was a life altering experience. Years of work and belief meant nothing
to the man named Eric Lensherr.
For many years, Logan was convinced he was a victim of apathy. He thought he was meant as a killing machine and nothing
more. He was sure he was born a defect, without a heart. But no, he learned, anyone is capable of change.
Although he'd die before he admitted it, Logan had more love and faith in humanity that Xavier could even begin to
imagine.
He looked at the newly lit cigarrette in his fingers and without taking another puff let it fall to the ground. Logan
watched it bounce twice on the gravel before taking a gigantic toe and snuffing it out.