Several months after Logan and Marie left Westchester
Scott Summers was confused, very confused. He had no real idea of where he was or why he was there. Truth be told, he wasn't even sure what his name was anymore. All he knew for certain was that he had an urge to head north, an urge he didn't understand and didn't know where it came from. At first he had tried to fight it but soon gave that up. It was a futile attempt at best and at worst it had made his head ache like it was ready to split into two. The journey north kept on and on, mostly by foot. Drawn by the urge to find two people hiding away up there somewhere.
He didn't know their names but he knew that he would recognize them when he arrived. One tall man with wild unruly hair and a young woman with brown hair with white streaks in it. "Keep going" a voice inside his head kept on telling him.
The voice sounded cold, calculating and evil but Scott couldn't resist the order. It was as if his willpower had been drained from every cell of his body. Still, the journey went slowly and the more time passed the more impatient the nagging voice sounded.
What made the journey slow wasn't because he had to rely on his feet to get him there. No, it was slow because it was draining to have someone elses presence in his head controlling his actions. The conflicting emotions and the memories of a life not his own made every minute an agony and it made him stumble and fall constantly.
He didn't know which of the memories and feelings were his anymore or which ones belonged to the intruder. Torn into two with conflicting things that no how could mesh together into something even resembling sanity. He had images of himself leading a band of people all dressed in black leather fighting for the good cause at the same time as he saw himself as a tyrant overthrowing a good leader somewhere in Europe. He saw himself being pushed out of a plane sharing a parachute with his younger brother. He saw the plane crashing into a mountain just minutes later and he felt the grief of losing his parents that way coming back to him, almost overwhelming him. He saw himself being whipped along with many other slaves to make sure the timetable of completing the new Pyramid in ancient Egypt would hold. He saw the beutiful Princess being thrown down a sandpit to starve to death because she had fallen in love with the wrong man. He saw a redheaded woman and a bald man helping people and he saw himself as a teacher.
Nothing made sense. No one can have two such different personalities within them and with two sets of memories to boot. Scott shrugged his shoulders and kept on walking, obeying the order of "keep going" but he thought he heard yet another order in the background. He wasn't sure if he was imagining things or not though but he could have sworn he heard "kill them" from the same voice. Would he be able to resist that order once he had found the to-be victims? And more importantly, would he want to resist it?
Two months later in the Canadian rockies
Logan and Marie had spent their time well and had rebuilt their
relationship, or rather it had evolved further than what it had been
before the mansion had been attacked. It hadn't been an easy thing to do
since Logan was so ashamed of his past but over the months
Marie had slowly but surely made him sort of accept that he no longer
was that kind of man. Logan wasn't completely sure of that but
he was sure that she at least didn't care what kind of man he had once
been, that she loved him for the man he had changed into. It
had taken some time but that she treated him exactly like before his
past got revealed and that they had had some time just the two
of them helped a lot too into convincing him. He only hoped and prayed
that she was right and that he wouldn't revert back into cruelty.
The both of them felt a little guilty over staying away from the X-men during a crisis but told themselves that they wouldn't have been of much use when they left considering what state Logan had been in at the time. They also knew that if the crises deepened further Jean would be able to get hold of them rather easily. If they would be able to help was another thing entirely and something they prefered not to think of if they could help it. They'd help if they could but felt that everything had crumbled down and that it was better if what remained of the X-men was spread around so one single attack would be unable to kill of every single remaining member.
Then one day Logan sensed a familiar smell. He couldn't place it at first and just yelled at Marie that someone was approaching. They were looking around, ready for a fight if one was unavoidable, to see who was coming before visibly relaxing when they saw that it was Scott.
Neither of them thought about how strange it was that he was coming alone and on foot at that. Not until it was too late and Scott's optic blast hit Logan square in the chest, knocking him out. Any other man would have died instantly but Logan's skeleton, healing factor and impressive physique saved him even if just barely.
Scott though was getting more and more confused. Why did it feel like he had betrayed a trust when he had fired at that man? The woman looked furious and confused too but he dismissed her from being a threat. She didn't look all that strong to be honest and now that he looked at her he realized she wouldn't do anything rash. She was too concerned over the well-being of the man and very obviously pregnat as well and she wouldn't do anything to jeopardize the health of her baby.
Scott advanced on her, raising his hand to his visor getting ready to fire another blast when the voice in his head made itself known again. "Don't kill her" it said, "She and her baby is much more valueable alive. Capture her and bring her to me".
