Destiny

Destiny

Chapter Five

Hey, bub. This is Logan. But you can call me Wolverine. I guess I have to tell this chapter. I really didn't want to, but Jubes sweet-talked me into it. This part starts to take place about the same time as Paige's, but it'll end the next day. That said, let's go.

Well, after Angelo left, like Paige said, we all decided to go home. Oddly enough, I decided to go home too. So, I headed home, and found my 'parents' yellin' at each other. That was when I realized I couldn't take it anymore. I just went past 'em, down to my room, and packed a bag with my clothes and stuff. After I was done, I was outta there. I wasn't comin' back.

I didn't really have anywhere else to go, so I headed back to Kurt's Warehouse. When I got there, Paige an' Jono were there. Or, what was left of Jono.

"Holy hell, what happened to you?" I asked when I saw Jono, and the energy comin' outta his face.

Chamber looked away. Paige came over and said,

"His power ate away more of his body. Please, try to leave him alone."

"Fine, darlin'." I went over to Nightcrawler. "Ya mind if I stay here a while?"

"Nein. You all can stay here." He smiled, showing his fangs. "I imagine you all will eventually end up here anyway."

I shrugged. I dunno, I guess it could be true that we'd all end up in the Warehouse eventually. Anyway, I went and put my bag in a corner of a room on the second floor, and went into the sitting room area, where Nightcrawler had jaunted to. Paige showed up a second later. She came and sat down beside me on the arm of the chair I was sittin' in.

"Why are you here?" She asked.

I glanced up at her. "Why shouldn't I be here, darlin'?"

"Why aren't you at home?"

"What's up with the twenty questions?"

"Just answer the question."

"Fine. I left home. Happy?"

"Why?"

I sighed. "I hate my folks."

"Any particular reason why?"

"Well, fer one, they ain't my real parents. Fer all I know, my real parents are aliens from the planet Krypton. And another, they yell at each other a lot. Which is bad when you've got super hearin'. They're damned annoyin', and I can't stand 'em anymore. Now are you happy?"

"You don't need to run away from them." She said, putting her hand on my arm.

"What would you rather I do?"

"Talk to them. Let them know how you feel."

"Yeah, right, like that would work."

"Why not?"

"Have you met 'em?"

"No."

"Then how do ya know I could make 'em understand?"

"I don't know." She went over and sat on a couch across a scarred old coffee table from Kurt. "So, Kurt, where are you from?"

"I'm from Germany." He said in that thick accent of his.

"How'd you get to America?"

"I was in the circus. An American bought it. He brought it over here, and he kicked me out. I have lived in this warehouse since then."

"How long ago was that?"

"Two years."

"That long! How old were you?"

"I was 15 when I was kicked out of the circus. I am now 17. It seems like a lifetime ago."

"I've always loved the circus. How did you get into it?"

"My mother abandoned me when I was born. She sent me adrift in a river. I never knew who she was. The circus found me and took me in and treated me as one of their own. They were the only family I knew. And now I have no family."

"That's not true. You have us now. We are a family now, all 15 of us." She looked at me. "Whether we like it or not."

I rolled my eyes, and stood up. "I'm goin' to bed now." I made my way down to the room I had set up as my bedroom. I didn't bother to listen in on Kurt and Paige. I knew exactly what they'd be talkin' about. As I went down along the railing on the edge of the balcony, I saw Jono sittin' on a crate starin' off into space. He had found more bandages and had wrapped himself up to the nose. He looked like a mummy. I did like Paige had asked me to do, and left him alone.

The next morning, after the three of us who could still eat had breakfast, the others drifted in one by one. The first ones looked a little shocked that there were so many of us there. Scott was actually the first there, and Beast was trailing behind him. He went over to Scott, who was talkin' with Paige and Jono, and held up what looked like scuba divin' glasses. He said,

"I made this last night. I hypothesize that this can be used to help you control your power."

Scott took the funky lookin' glasses, and examined them. "What is it?"

"I call it a visor."

"Real original name." I said, comin' over.

Scott ignored me, "How does it work?"

Hank took the visor back, and turned a little dial on the side. Nothin' happened.

"Inside there is a grid of slices of the same kind of material in the glasses Raiden gave you. When you turn this dial, it moves the grid, making an opening for your optic blasts to go through."

"Wow. Thanks Hank."

"Really, not a problem. Try it out."

"Okay." Scott squinted his eyes closed, and turned away from everyone. He took his glasses off, and put the visor on. "It fits perfectly, Hank. How'd you do that?"

"Wild guess. Turn the dial, keep your eyes open, and aim at an object. Like that box." He pointed to a packing crate over in the corner.

"Alright, here goes." He took a few steps toward the box, and a moment later, turned the little dial. A bright-red beam of energy shot out, and blew the box to smithereens. He turned the dial back, and the beam disappeared. "It works great. Thank you, Beast."

"Your gratitude is all the thanks I need."

Just then, Gambit came over. "Bonjour, everybody." He looked at Scott. "What is dat, mon ami? It make you look like a cyclops."

Scott grinned. "A Cyclops, huh? I like it. Thanks."

A while later, after the others had arrived, the newly dubbed Cyclops decided that we should start an actual training regime. Cyclops remembered what Psylocke had said about her and I being in Kung Fu together, so now we had to show the others some of the tricks of the trade. I was further along than her, so I was the teacher, and she was my sensei. We were about to teach them some kicking techniques; when suddenly in a huge bolt of lightning, Raiden appeared.

"Good, you are all here."

Cyclops broke rank, and asked him, "What is it?"

"I have more information for you. The portal will only be able to open into an area brimming with hate and evil. So far I haven't been able to find a place that fills that requirement."

"I might know where that could be." Jubilee said.

Cyclops asked her, "You do? Where?"

She ran over to her yellow trench coat lyin' on a box, and pulled out a piece of paper. "When I was walking home last night, some guy gave me this." She went and gave it to Cyke.

"What is it?" Storm asked.

"An FoH rally two nights from now." Scott looked at Raiden. "Would that do?"

"Depends. What is the FoH?"

"The Friends of Humanity." Monet explained. "They are an anti-mutant hate group."

Raiden nodded. "That sounds like it will do."

"Can you be absolutely positive that that's where the portal will open?" Betsy asked.

"I will know in two days." And then he disappeared again.

"I hate it when he does that." Angelo said.

Cyclops clapped his hands. "Okay everyone, we don't have a lot of time left. Lets keep going. Wolverine, Psylocke, continue."

So we did. Pretty much all day we trained, first learning martial arts, then using our powers to fight. But this is it fer my part. I now turn you over to Chamber. See ya. Wolverine out.

Author's note: So, what'd you think of this chapter? Up next, back into broodsville, Chamber's tale.

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