X-Men: Titan
Summary: As the X-Men rescue Logan and Rogue from grips of the Brotherhood of Mutants, a boy suddenly appears into their existence. Soon enough they realize that the boy isn't just a Mutant, but rather, something even bigger. Something deadlier. A Devil that will just keep moving forward until all its enemies are dead. As for Eren, he will now have to choose sides and fight for what he believes in as everything he knew around has now changed and now everyone and everything now depends on his choices. The entire world has now changed for both mutants and humans of both worlds alike, and will never be the same again.
Chapter 1: Arrival
Year: 2000 AD, 850 AD
Logan grunted in mild annoyance as he rubbed off some of the fogginess in the windshield.
"Damn snow." He muttered aloud as he puffed into his Cigar once more. It was the fifth time he had to do it in the past few minutes, and it was beginning to annoy him, since he had to take his cigar from his mouth every time he had to wipe the glass, and it didn't help much that the road was very bumpy and covered in snow, making it harder for him to figure out where the road was and where it wasn't.
He sighed softly as he slightly tilted his head towards the other Passenger in his Truck. He still didn't know much about the Girl sitting next to him in the Passenger seat who he had just caught stowing away in his car wagon a few minutes prior other than that her name was Marie or Rogue, and she was running away for reasons he couldn't care less about. He figured at first it was most likely some boyfriend eloping thing or the rebellious teenage hormones kicking in, although she seemed to be very desperate enough to go through the harsh Albertan winters up in Canada. As if she somewhat sensed his sight, she turned to look at him too in silence. Not being the best at engaging in conversations, he figured that it wouldn't be such a great idea to try talking to the Teen, so he pressed a few dials and knobs on the Panel after noticing she had her hands rubbing against each other as she shivered slightly.
The Heater soon began to let out a low hum as warmth began to cover the Truck's interior.
"Put your hands on the Heater, kid" Logan spoke as he turned on the knob to its full power and reached out for the Girl's hands, only for her to abruptly snatch her hands away. Logan eyed her for a few seconds with a confused stare.
"I ain't going to hurt you kid." He said, with silence ensuing afterwards.
"It's not that." Rogue murmured as she pulled out Leather gloves from her pocket and began putting them on.
"Then what is it?" Logan inquired.
"It's nothing personal." She quickly replied as she balled and squeezed her fists anxiously. After a few seconds of silence, she continued speaking.
"It's just that every time someone touches me, they…. they get hurt." She added, before turning her head towards her side window as if not wanting to longer talk to the Canadian man. Logan arched an eyebrow in confusion, but somewhat understood along the lines from the social cues the girl was showing that she didn't want to talk at the moment and turned his head back to look at the road in front of him. As his mind was too busy pondering the last thing the Girl had told, wondering whether the girl was threatening him or trying to tell him something else, he didn't notice Marie looking at his own hands.
"Does it hurt every time you pop them out?" She asked in a curious tone. He turned back towards her, taking him a few seconds to figure out she was referring to his Claws. He pursed his lips slightly as he was beginning to get irked over whether or not the Girl wanted to speak to him, but before he could answer her question, Rogue's eyes suddenly widened in shock at something as she began to lift her hand up and began pointing at something in front of the Vehicle.
"Watch out!" She shouted, causing Logan to turn back to the front, only to feel a hard object hitting the Van, with an audible noise of something crashing into the snow a few moments after. Logan instinctively pressed on the brake fully, bringing the vehicle to a sliding halt, causing the Van to tilt slightly sideways along with Logan and Rogue.
"Shit." Logan muttered as he readjusted himself back to the seat. He turned to look at Rogue, who was rubbing her forehead in pain.
"You alright kid?" He asked her.
"Yeah, it's… it's just a small bruise." She murmured before letting out a yelp of pain as she touched her right hand's wrist, something Logan didn't miss.
"Kid, let me see your hand." Logan told her.
"I said it's okay, I just bruised it..." She muttered as she soon saw Logan's extended hand and his silent demanding gaze.
"Kid, your wrist's swelling already. That isn't a bruise." He explained.
"Please, I'll be okay. You don't understand, I can't let you touch my skin. Just… don't worry." She whispered, her face betraying what she was saying as she unsuccessfully tried to hide another wince.
After a few seconds of looking at her, Logan lowered his door window and peered out to look outside, not that it made much of a difference than looking through the windshield. From where he was, Logan could make out a large black figure, a person, sprawled out in the snowy ground, unmoving.
"Oh, shit." Logan quietly murmured as he realized there was going to be more a lot more issue than he originally believed there would be.
"Was-is that a person?" Rogue asked, her mouth gaped in shock as she stared at the figure.
"Is-is he dead?" She continued, with fear in her voice. Logan looked out the window for a few more seconds before he lowered his head back into the Van and began to unlock the door.
"Um, hey, where are you going?" Rogue asked as she saw Logan open his car door and stepped out.
"Gonna go see whatever the hell that thing was. Kid, stay here. I'll be back. Don't do anything stupid." He answered with an annoyed tone as he snuffed out his Cigar with the palm of his bare hand, only letting out a small wince of pain as the Cigar sizzled out, before he began to march over to the darkened mass contrasting the snow surrounding it a few meters away from the truck.
"Please don't tell me he's dead." Logan said aloud to no one in particular as he began to cautiously move towards the figure, which still hadn't moved at all.
"I swear I didn't see anyone in the road right when I turned my head for a sec." Logan muttered as he finally stood only a foot in front of the person, who he had finally noticed they were laying on their chest. Logan's eyebrows knitted slightly as he noticed the clothing the person was wearing. It appeared to be a small leather jacket of some kind, with what appeared to have a logo in its backside of two swords paralleling each other. But what confused him wasn't that, it was the fact that the jacket looked as if it had been recently burnt. The smell of burned leather and other clothing invaded Logan's sensitive smelling, along with what smelled like burnt flesh.
"Who the hell are you?" Logan asked the unconscious person as he kneeled down and shook the person slightly before turned them over on their back.
Logan's eyebrows raised as he finally saw the face of the person. It appeared to be a boy in his mid-teens, with Caucasian skin and dark brown medium sized hair. He was breathing heavily as he shivered uncontrollably.
'He's a kid.' Logan realized as he saw just how young that boy appeared. Yet, he looked as if he had gone right through a battlefield of some kind. His clothing was tattered and riddled with holes of all kinds of sizes, and his pants were mostly ripped off, as if something mindless had torn them apart. The boy also had bruises that were visible between the holes in his shirt and pants. It then dawned on Logan that something was wrong. Something very wrong. It wasn't just that it looked as if the kid had just popped out from a War, or that his clothes were still slightly sizzling from the burns (He was unsure whether he should take off the kid's clothes or leave them on because of the weather), but what shocked Logan the most was the fact that the boy had large, bleeding cuts travelling from his bottom eyelids to his lower cheeks.
They looked as if an animal scratched both sides of his face, but there was something else about it that Logan couldn't point it out, maybe it was that the cuts looked so perfectly symmetrical on both sides, but before Logan could decide what to do with the boy, the boy's eyes snapped open, his spade green eyes looking directly at Logan's. He looked at him for a few seconds in silence before he let out a loud gasp as his face turned into that of shock. Before Logan could do anything, he suddenly felt a heavy pressure on his backside before he felt himself being flung through the sky at full speed before violently crashing into a tree.
"Mom, don't go."
"Stop!"
"Let her go!"
"Why did she have to die?"
"I'll kill them."
"Kill or be killed."
"I'll kill every last one of them."
"They'll all die."
"I'll destroy this world."
"I'M GONNA DESTROY THIS FUCKING WORLD!"
Charles' eyes snapped open instantly as he let out an audible gasp as he heard footsteps coming from behind him. He removed his Cerebro headset and placed it down in his lap as he stared at it intensely, trying to make sense of what he had just seen moments prior.
"Professor! Are you okay? What happened?" He recognized the voice as belonging to Ororo, also known as Storm. The Professor barely showed a reaction to the other mutant's arrival, only sporting a thousand yard stare at his Helmet. But he wasn't really paying any attention to anything. He was just staring at oblivion. He remained mute for a few seconds more as Storm kneeled down in front of him and looked at him worriedly. Finally, he spoke.
"Storm, we have someone new to reach to." He addressed her calmly, but his eyes were still vacant, almost dead-like. Finally, a small tear came out of his left eye. It glided down his face and dripped down into the ground, making a small splashing sound that slightly echoed throughout the vast Cerebro Chamber.
So this story will be based off the Live-Action X-Men Films, just a quick heads up. I've been having the thought of an AOT- X-Men Crossover mulling around in my mind for a bit, especially with how Eren and Logan will react to each other when both of them have such a short fuse and tend to get pissed off when that fuse runs out, so I'll do the story. I'll see you all in the next update. Leave a Comment and let me know what I should improve on, be it writing style or grammar. Later.