Here is chapter 2. I had to watch the movie, like, 4 times to get this straight. So, enjoy.

(By the way, I don't own these characters or this storyline and I'm not going to get myself sued by saying I do.)
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X-men- The Movie
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Alberta, Canada

"Get out!"

The order echoed against the snow-covered hills, sound even more threatening because of it. Loga had been driving when he had caught the familiar scent. Now, was outside ordering whoever was in the trailer attached to his truck to get out. When nothing happened. He reached over and ripped the tarp halfway of the trailer, exposing the youth from the bar. He reached in to grab the kid's arm and pull him out when the teen freaked and jumped away from him. Now, when normal people jump away, they move a few inches, maybe even a foot. This kid landed outside the trailer. The youth started to run away from him, but Logan grabbed him by the arm and spun him around so he was facing him. The sudden turn made the kid's hood fall back. Logan did a double take. The kid standing in front of him had pale, yellow-green skin, green hair, and large, frog-like eyes.

Not letting his surprise at the boys looks show, Logan demanded coldly, "What were you doing in my trailer?" The kid started to shake in his grasp. "I needed a ride. Where was I supposed to go?" Logan let go of his arm. "I don't know." The kid looked him straight in the eyes. "You don't care." He said softly, no accusation in his voice, only fact. Logan, bothered by what the kid had said, merely shrugged. "Whatever." With that he turned on his heel and climbed back in his truck. He looked into the rearview mirror as he started to drive away. The kid was had pulled his hood back up and was just standing there arms wrapped tightly around himself. Logan sighed and hit the brakes.

Sometimes the good guy feeling was too strong to ignore.
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Mortimer wrapped his arms around himself. He was freezeing. Being of an amphibian nature, his body tempature matched the tempature around him. Which was why he had so many layers of clothing on. He started to walk away, knowing if he didn't get inside somewhere soon, he would freeze to death. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the brake lights on the guy's truck flare. A moment later, a voice came through the snow.

"I can't wait forever, ya know."
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Logan looked over at the small form cowering in the seat next to him. After a minute, the young man asked softly, "Do you have anything to eat?" The kid's voice was tinged with a slight British accent.

Logan reached into glove compartment and pulled out a packet of beef jerkey. He handed it to the kid. He watched as the boy ate greedily. He shook his head slightly. The kid was probably starving. His face was thin and his eyes were gaunt. When he was finished, the kid put his hood back and looked at Logan. "Um... what's your name?" Logan glanced at the kid. "Logan. Yours?" The youth looked hesitant. "Mortimer." Logan was quiet for a few minutes. Then he asked, "What kind of a name is Mortimer?" The kid looked a him, as if he was surprised Logan was talking to him. "What kind of a name is Logan?" Logan nodded. "Point taken."

Logan blew a ring of smoke from his cigar and glanced back at Mortimer. The young man was staring at his hand. "When they come out, does it hurt?" he whispered. Logan turned his eyes back on the road. "Every time." It was silent for a few minutes. Then, "You should wear your seatbelt." Logan glared at him, annoyed. "Look kid, I don't need auto-advice from a-" He was cut off as the truck slammed to a stop and he flew through the windshield.

What the heck was that?
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Mortimer raised his head from the dashboard slowly and looked over at Logan. He wasn't in his seat. Then Mortimer noticed the shattered windshield. He saw Logan lying in the road, face down.

He tried to move, to get out of the truck, but the door was stuck and so were his legs. He tried to kick his legs free, but they were firmly trapped. He looked back up and gasped. Logan was standing! 'No way,' he thought, 'he has to be dead! No one can survive that!' But there he was, walking back to the truck, shaking snow from his hair and muttering curses under his breath.

He stopped in front of the truck and Mortimer could see the large gash on his forehead. He started to say something about it when the gash stopped bleeding an began to close up.

That wasn't possible.

Logan didn't even seem to notice or think anything was out of the ordinary. And that was when Mortimer realized Logan was a mutant like him. He was still staring at him when Logan asked "You alright?" Mortimer didn't catch on until Logan repeated himself. "I'm stuck!" he replied. Logan wiped the blood off his forehead and started over toward Mortimer's door. He stopped suddenly and sniffed the air. His claws extended. Mortimer smelled it too. It was the smell of danger.

Quicker than he could blink, a huge, snow-covered monster burst out from the snow bank. The monster picked Logan up, held him over his head, and threw him into a tree. Mortimer was shaken from his horrorified stare when smelled something acrid. He twisted around and froze at what he saw. Fire.

The truck was on fire.

Mortimer whirled around as he heard Logan hit the windshield. He swallowed hard. With the monster coming towards him and the fire behind him, Mortimer thought it was pretty much safe to assume he was screwed.

Then, the snow seemed to swirl around and blast back at the monster. Motimer noticed two people, a man and a woman standing behind the man-creature. Suddenly, a blast of of red light came from the man's eyes and knock the monster out of the way. Then they started walking towards the truck.

By now, Mortimer's eyes were tearing from the smoke and he could feel the intense heat at his back. The red light sprang from the man's visor again and blasted the door open. He fired once again and Mortimer felt his legs come free. He saw the dark-skinned woman standing near the truck, somehow making rain and snow fall on the fire. Mortimer climbed out of the truck as quickly as he could and watched as the man pulled Logan off the hood of the vehicle. As the man struggled with Logan's weight, he yelled, "Storm! Get us out of here!" The black woman nodded and suddenly a giant gust of wind blew Mortimer, the man, the woman, and Logan dozen of yards away from the truck,

Mortimer rolled over onto his back and sat up. The instant he did, the truck exploded.
He looked over at the women who was kneeling down beside him. "Thank you." He said.

Then he passed out.
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