Here is Chapter three. I probably won't be able to get another chapter out for about a week, as I'm going on vacation tomorrow. Sorry! Anyway, enjoy!
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X-men- The Movie
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Rogue looked up from her painting and laughed as Sabretooth entered the clearing. He was alone.
Rogue leaned back on her heels and smirked. "Weren't you supposed to bring someone back with you?" she asked sarcastically.
Sabretooth stopped and growled at her. She crossed her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him. Furious, he stalked towards her, hand outstretched to grab her throat. Only to stop dead when she held out her hand. Her bare hand.
Rogue smiled, patronizingly. "Huh uh." She cooed, wagging her finger at him. "No touchy. Bad, bad kitty." Giving her a look of pure murder, Sabretooth sneered and stalked into Magneto office.
Magneto looked up from the papers on his desk. "What happened, brother?" He pulled out a chair and sat down, leaning back against the cold metal.
"They knew." Sabretooth said, his voice low. His black eyes glinted with fury. Magneto nodded, a slight frown creasing his face. He stared of in space for a moment, lost in thought. "Good for you, Charles." He whispered. "Good for you." Then, Magneto noticed the dog tags hanging from Sabretooth's neck.
He reached out a hand, calling the tags to him. The slapped into his palm and he turned them over slowly, meticulously inspecting them. He stared for a moment at the word at the bottom. Wolverine.
Magneto frowned for a moment, thinking hard. He glanced up at Sabretooth. "Where is the mutant now?" Sabretooth glared back at him. "With them."
As Magneto stood, he tossed the tags back at Sabretooth. "Come, then. We have only three days."
Sabretooth caught the tags and follow Magneto, feeling a sense of satisfaction as he thought over his fight.
Three days was much too long.
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Logan slowly came back to consciousness, like a swimmer twenty feet down, stroking for the surface of a lake. The dim light gradually brightened, then his hearing returned. Then his sense of smell.
Logan kept his eyes closed and his breathing constant, giving his mind time to clear. The last thing he could remember was the man-creature picking him up and tossing him back into the windshield of his truck.
He could tell that he was lying on his back on some sort of metal table in a very sterile place. He caught a whiff of perfume as measured steps clicked towards him. A woman.
He let his eyes slit open a fraction as the woman stopped beside him. She held up her hand and a small syringe floated towards her. Logan was confused a moment, then realized that she was a mutant.
The woman prepared the syringe and picked up his arm with a gentle touch and slowly inserted the needle. At least she was good at what she did.
Immediately he reacted, jumping off the table and grabbing her by the throat. The needle snapped in his arm as he brought his fist up and held it to the woman's head. He took a quick minute to take in his surroundings. The room he was in was completely white, with various machines along the walls. The kind of thing you would see at a hospital.
Deciding to get out of there, he let go of the woman's neck and shoved her to the floor. He pulled the broken needle out of his arm and threw it at her. The woman on the floor just rubbed her neck and said nothing.
He turned and ran for the nearest door. The sooner he got out of here and back on the road, the happier he was going to be.
The hallway on the other side of the door was much like the room he had just left- sterile, blinding white, and deathly quiet.
Where the heck was he?
He jogged down the hall and into another room. It was a fairly large room, also very clean. One side contained lockers, with a padded bench sitting in front of them. The other wall was full of black uniforms hanging side by side, each marked with a strange 'X' insignia.
Logan left the room and started looking for an exit once again, when a voice stopped him dead in his tracks.
"Where are you going?"
It wasn't so much what was said that bothered him, but instead it was the fact that there was no one there.
Logan whirled around as he heard the faint ding of an elevator. Hesitantly, he stepped inside. The elevator started upward instantly.
Once the elevator came to a stop, he prepared to attack whoever greeted him. He was saved the trouble as the doors opened to a very posh, but very empty corridor.
He heard voices coming from one of the rooms down the hall. He walked over and peeked through the crack of the door. A black woman with snow-white hair was teaching a bunch of teenagers. Logan jumped slightly at the sound of a shrill bell. All the kids in the classroom shot out of their seats and started to make their way to the door.
Logan backed up quickly and ducked into the room behind him. He closed the door in relief and turned to find five teenagers and a distinguished-looking bald man staring at him.
The man turned to his students. "Well, I think that's enough for today. We'll continue Chapter eight tomorrow." The students nodded and began to file out of the room. Logan watched as one of the girls turned back and grabbed her book of the man's desk.
"Bye, Professor." She murmured, and proceeded to walked through the closed door. Logan stared for a moment, then turned to the person the girl had called 'Professor'.
"Where am I?" he asked, staring warily at the guy. The bald man smiled. "Westchester, New York. You were attacked. My people brought you here for medical attention." Logan rolled his eyes. "I don't need medical attention."
The man smiled thoughtfully. "Yes, of course." He murmured. The smile returned. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Professor Charles Xavier. You're at my school for the gifted, for mutants."
Logan was unimpressed. He suddenly remembered something. "Where's the kid?" Xavier raised his eyebrows. "Mortimer? He's here, he's fine."
"Really?" Logan retorted. Behind him the door opened and four people entered. One was the woman from the lab, one was the kid, Mortimer, and the others were a man and a woman he vaguely remembered.
The Professor came out from behind his desk. For the first time, Logan noticed that Xavier was in a wheelchair. "You and your young friend will be safe here from Magneto." Logan frowned. "What's a magneto?" The Professor shook his head sadly. "A very powerful mutant, who believes a war is brewing between us and humanity." Suddenly, the Professor looked towards the door. "Ah, Logan. I'd like you to meet Scott Summers and Ororo Munroe. I believe you've already met Dr. Jean Grey."
Logan ignored the others and stared at Mortimer. The young man was in different clothes but he was still completely covered. From the hat on his head to the boots on his feet, he was covered in dark clothing. He stared back at Logan with his odd eyes.
Logan turned back to the Professor. "What is this place? And what do you want?" The Professor wheeled in a little closer. "This mansion is a sanctuary for mutants. We take in mutants who seek anonymity, who seek peace. We protect them, educate them, shelter them...we give them hope."
Logan nodded. "I'm not really sure how you're doing all this or why, but I'm sure I don't really want to know." He turned and gave a little wave. "Thanks for the ride." He started to head for the door when the Professor's words brought him to an abrupt halt.
"Logan. It's been almost fifteen years, hasn't it? Since you woke up? Woke up, with no knowledge of who, or what you are. Living day to day, trying to piece together what happened to you. But now that everyhting has been destroyed, where will you go?"
Logan stared in horror at the old man. " How...how do you know?" The Professor returned his steady gaze. "You're not the only one with gifts." Logan heard the man's voice, but the guy's lips didn't move. Logan thought for a moment he had imagined it, but quickly realized that he *had* heard it. In his mind.
Logan was shaken from his thoughts when the Professor spoke again. "Logan I'll make you a deal. You give me forty-eight hours to find out what Magneto wants with you and I give you my word that, no matter what happens, I'll use all my power to help you find what you've lost. And what you're looking for."
Logan glanced over at Mortimer. He felt a strong need to protect the young man, and he always followed through on his instincts.
"Forty-eight hours, old man. Cross me and I'll feel no guilt about what I do."
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Senator Kelly smiled and opened the car door as the limousine slid to a stop on the pavement. "Look's like we have some supporters."
Henry Gyrich, his aide, nodded. Kelly noticed that Gyrich wasn't even looking at the supporters, or him. Kelly didn't really care what Gyrich thought. All he cared about were the thoughts of the voters. And right now, the polls showed that his position on mutants was gaining him the love, and votes, of the American public. And he was going to keep riding the issue until it no longer had that effect.
Kelly stepped out into the cold and pulled his trenchcoat tighter around himself. He turned to the crowd and waved, smiling. There were at least a hundred people there, many holding up anti-mutant signs.
He moved along the crowd, shaking hands, voicing words of encouragment, smiling. Around him the crowd became even more enthusiastic.
He finally reached the bottom of the steps that led up into the helicopter. He climbed four steps, then turned and waved one last time. Then with a quick smile towards the cameras, he boarded his flight.
Behind him, his aide Gyrich, followed carrying the senator's briefcase. As he climbed aboard, he glanced towards the female pilot, who nodded her acknowledgement.
No one noticed anything out of the ordinary. Not even the senator.
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By the way, I would really apprieciate it if some of you could give me suggestions on how Magneto would need Toad for his plan. Thanks!
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X-men- The Movie
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Rogue looked up from her painting and laughed as Sabretooth entered the clearing. He was alone.
Rogue leaned back on her heels and smirked. "Weren't you supposed to bring someone back with you?" she asked sarcastically.
Sabretooth stopped and growled at her. She crossed her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him. Furious, he stalked towards her, hand outstretched to grab her throat. Only to stop dead when she held out her hand. Her bare hand.
Rogue smiled, patronizingly. "Huh uh." She cooed, wagging her finger at him. "No touchy. Bad, bad kitty." Giving her a look of pure murder, Sabretooth sneered and stalked into Magneto office.
Magneto looked up from the papers on his desk. "What happened, brother?" He pulled out a chair and sat down, leaning back against the cold metal.
"They knew." Sabretooth said, his voice low. His black eyes glinted with fury. Magneto nodded, a slight frown creasing his face. He stared of in space for a moment, lost in thought. "Good for you, Charles." He whispered. "Good for you." Then, Magneto noticed the dog tags hanging from Sabretooth's neck.
He reached out a hand, calling the tags to him. The slapped into his palm and he turned them over slowly, meticulously inspecting them. He stared for a moment at the word at the bottom. Wolverine.
Magneto frowned for a moment, thinking hard. He glanced up at Sabretooth. "Where is the mutant now?" Sabretooth glared back at him. "With them."
As Magneto stood, he tossed the tags back at Sabretooth. "Come, then. We have only three days."
Sabretooth caught the tags and follow Magneto, feeling a sense of satisfaction as he thought over his fight.
Three days was much too long.
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Logan slowly came back to consciousness, like a swimmer twenty feet down, stroking for the surface of a lake. The dim light gradually brightened, then his hearing returned. Then his sense of smell.
Logan kept his eyes closed and his breathing constant, giving his mind time to clear. The last thing he could remember was the man-creature picking him up and tossing him back into the windshield of his truck.
He could tell that he was lying on his back on some sort of metal table in a very sterile place. He caught a whiff of perfume as measured steps clicked towards him. A woman.
He let his eyes slit open a fraction as the woman stopped beside him. She held up her hand and a small syringe floated towards her. Logan was confused a moment, then realized that she was a mutant.
The woman prepared the syringe and picked up his arm with a gentle touch and slowly inserted the needle. At least she was good at what she did.
Immediately he reacted, jumping off the table and grabbing her by the throat. The needle snapped in his arm as he brought his fist up and held it to the woman's head. He took a quick minute to take in his surroundings. The room he was in was completely white, with various machines along the walls. The kind of thing you would see at a hospital.
Deciding to get out of there, he let go of the woman's neck and shoved her to the floor. He pulled the broken needle out of his arm and threw it at her. The woman on the floor just rubbed her neck and said nothing.
He turned and ran for the nearest door. The sooner he got out of here and back on the road, the happier he was going to be.
The hallway on the other side of the door was much like the room he had just left- sterile, blinding white, and deathly quiet.
Where the heck was he?
He jogged down the hall and into another room. It was a fairly large room, also very clean. One side contained lockers, with a padded bench sitting in front of them. The other wall was full of black uniforms hanging side by side, each marked with a strange 'X' insignia.
Logan left the room and started looking for an exit once again, when a voice stopped him dead in his tracks.
"Where are you going?"
It wasn't so much what was said that bothered him, but instead it was the fact that there was no one there.
Logan whirled around as he heard the faint ding of an elevator. Hesitantly, he stepped inside. The elevator started upward instantly.
Once the elevator came to a stop, he prepared to attack whoever greeted him. He was saved the trouble as the doors opened to a very posh, but very empty corridor.
He heard voices coming from one of the rooms down the hall. He walked over and peeked through the crack of the door. A black woman with snow-white hair was teaching a bunch of teenagers. Logan jumped slightly at the sound of a shrill bell. All the kids in the classroom shot out of their seats and started to make their way to the door.
Logan backed up quickly and ducked into the room behind him. He closed the door in relief and turned to find five teenagers and a distinguished-looking bald man staring at him.
The man turned to his students. "Well, I think that's enough for today. We'll continue Chapter eight tomorrow." The students nodded and began to file out of the room. Logan watched as one of the girls turned back and grabbed her book of the man's desk.
"Bye, Professor." She murmured, and proceeded to walked through the closed door. Logan stared for a moment, then turned to the person the girl had called 'Professor'.
"Where am I?" he asked, staring warily at the guy. The bald man smiled. "Westchester, New York. You were attacked. My people brought you here for medical attention." Logan rolled his eyes. "I don't need medical attention."
The man smiled thoughtfully. "Yes, of course." He murmured. The smile returned. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Professor Charles Xavier. You're at my school for the gifted, for mutants."
Logan was unimpressed. He suddenly remembered something. "Where's the kid?" Xavier raised his eyebrows. "Mortimer? He's here, he's fine."
"Really?" Logan retorted. Behind him the door opened and four people entered. One was the woman from the lab, one was the kid, Mortimer, and the others were a man and a woman he vaguely remembered.
The Professor came out from behind his desk. For the first time, Logan noticed that Xavier was in a wheelchair. "You and your young friend will be safe here from Magneto." Logan frowned. "What's a magneto?" The Professor shook his head sadly. "A very powerful mutant, who believes a war is brewing between us and humanity." Suddenly, the Professor looked towards the door. "Ah, Logan. I'd like you to meet Scott Summers and Ororo Munroe. I believe you've already met Dr. Jean Grey."
Logan ignored the others and stared at Mortimer. The young man was in different clothes but he was still completely covered. From the hat on his head to the boots on his feet, he was covered in dark clothing. He stared back at Logan with his odd eyes.
Logan turned back to the Professor. "What is this place? And what do you want?" The Professor wheeled in a little closer. "This mansion is a sanctuary for mutants. We take in mutants who seek anonymity, who seek peace. We protect them, educate them, shelter them...we give them hope."
Logan nodded. "I'm not really sure how you're doing all this or why, but I'm sure I don't really want to know." He turned and gave a little wave. "Thanks for the ride." He started to head for the door when the Professor's words brought him to an abrupt halt.
"Logan. It's been almost fifteen years, hasn't it? Since you woke up? Woke up, with no knowledge of who, or what you are. Living day to day, trying to piece together what happened to you. But now that everyhting has been destroyed, where will you go?"
Logan stared in horror at the old man. " How...how do you know?" The Professor returned his steady gaze. "You're not the only one with gifts." Logan heard the man's voice, but the guy's lips didn't move. Logan thought for a moment he had imagined it, but quickly realized that he *had* heard it. In his mind.
Logan was shaken from his thoughts when the Professor spoke again. "Logan I'll make you a deal. You give me forty-eight hours to find out what Magneto wants with you and I give you my word that, no matter what happens, I'll use all my power to help you find what you've lost. And what you're looking for."
Logan glanced over at Mortimer. He felt a strong need to protect the young man, and he always followed through on his instincts.
"Forty-eight hours, old man. Cross me and I'll feel no guilt about what I do."
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Senator Kelly smiled and opened the car door as the limousine slid to a stop on the pavement. "Look's like we have some supporters."
Henry Gyrich, his aide, nodded. Kelly noticed that Gyrich wasn't even looking at the supporters, or him. Kelly didn't really care what Gyrich thought. All he cared about were the thoughts of the voters. And right now, the polls showed that his position on mutants was gaining him the love, and votes, of the American public. And he was going to keep riding the issue until it no longer had that effect.
Kelly stepped out into the cold and pulled his trenchcoat tighter around himself. He turned to the crowd and waved, smiling. There were at least a hundred people there, many holding up anti-mutant signs.
He moved along the crowd, shaking hands, voicing words of encouragment, smiling. Around him the crowd became even more enthusiastic.
He finally reached the bottom of the steps that led up into the helicopter. He climbed four steps, then turned and waved one last time. Then with a quick smile towards the cameras, he boarded his flight.
Behind him, his aide Gyrich, followed carrying the senator's briefcase. As he climbed aboard, he glanced towards the female pilot, who nodded her acknowledgement.
No one noticed anything out of the ordinary. Not even the senator.
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Comments? Suggestions? REVIEW!
By the way, I would really apprieciate it if some of you could give me suggestions on how Magneto would need Toad for his plan. Thanks!