My heart tightened at the memory and a tear unknowingly rolled down my cheeks.
However, the sadness did not last long as the goddess took off her helmet and the whole room seemed to have gone even brighter than ever before.
Highly arched brown eyebrows were etched neatly upon a pair of lovely brown eyes. A long graceful nose was placed on top of a fine mouth. Her beauty was flawless. Immediately I felt myself humbled in front of this deity and my knees felt weak. Cyclops seemed to be feeling the same thing and his eyes were in awe at the infallible beauty standing before him. I wonder what he was thinking, if he was comparing the prettiness of this lovely goddess and his girlfriend, Jean Grey.
She smiled in amusement and said, without moving her mouth, that we were welcome. She knew since the day this world was born our destinies, even mine. She was Athena, the Greek Goddess of Wisdom and War. No wonder she looked like a warrior. Athena was sent by Zeus to tell us that one of us has been chosen to fight Apocalypse and at this moment she pointed a hand to me. I was stunned, despite being told before that I was the one.
The one. To do what? Kill an immortal? How is that possible. I chuckled and retracted my claws.
'Lady, all my life I have been doing something impossible. Going on impossible missions, dealing with impossible people, but this ain't one of them.' I hoarsely replied, bluntly refusing any recognition of the one having to save the world.
It will be impossible if you don't believe in yourself. If you can't do that, then you may as well say a prayer for all of your kind and be sent to the underworld. Do that. I'm sure your beloved Mariko would be happy with your choice. I'm sure she would welcome you with open arms.
'You know, I hate it when people joke around me. But it really pisses me off when they're being sarcastic to me.' My claws popped out again. Athena shook her head as if I was stupid and my teeth gritted together in anger.
Go ahead. Attack a goddess. What will you accomplish?
'Shut up!'
You're angry. You need to be in a fury when you fight him. He will take away your loved ones. This world would be dead, like the Death Valley you humans call the desert in the U.S. If you do not choose, then the world is dead. If you chose, then there is a chance for hope and redemption for your deeds.
'My deeds?'
Yes. Your deeds. You have killed many people in your lifetime. And in your previous lifetimes. But you are improving, James.
'James? Who the hell yer talking to?'
You, James. James Logan. Named by someone you have long forgotten. But she has not forgotten you.
'I don't know what yer talking about. Speak english, will ya? I'm not a linguistic here!'
There is no time to discuss this. But in time you will discover yourself in more than ways. You have always been looking for the truth. Well, you are in front of it. Just open your eyes.
Open your eyes...open your eyes.
Her voice echoed in my mind and she was driving my crazy. Open my eyes? Geez. My eyes are opened!! Fuck. I hate riddles.
Logan. You must go now to the sea of the Dead. There you will find the truth. The truth of your past, your role in life, and your future.
Athena was walking away from him and I reached out to her, screaming for her to come back. Where she is going?! What the hell is going on here?!
'Logan? We gotta go now!!' A distant voice shouted back and I turned my back on the cold statue that had come to life. However, I smelled something unpleasant, like an uncleaned kitty liter.
Sabretooth!' I snarled softly. The person being addressed to pounced on me but I was ready. I stood to one side and let him crash into the statue. It crumbled into tiny pieces as he collided against it.
'So, Logan,' Sabretooth growled menacingly, his greasy dirty blond hair drifting to his shoulders as he got up. His tattered light sandy clothes swayed as a gentle breeze came and he stood up to his full height, a foot taller than me.
'Hello, Creed. Ready for a bath?'
'Nope. How about a little hair cut, runt? Or maybe I should just take your heart out!!' He bellowed and struck. He struck me in the left breast and I gagged in pain. Blood welled up in my lung but my healing factor took care of that. However, I found myself locked in his iron grip. His mouth was near my ear and he whispered to me,
'Logan, give up. Your life is over. You were dead a long time ago. You're just a phantom refusing to go back to the underworld. Or maybe I should have the pleasure of doing that, eh?'
'No!! I will not be killed by the likes of you!!! You fucking bitch!!'
'Suit yourself!'
A splash occurred. I cried out in agony as he tore my hamstring apart. Pain flooded in my body a thousand folds and fury was accompanying. I hate pain. I hate pain. I hate you!!
I kneaded him in the stomach and he groaned. I used it as an opportunity to get away and get some time to heal. I escaped but the ground started shaking terribly. It was that kid, Lance, also known as Avalanche. I was tossed from side to side and my head hurt badly. Where was everybody else? Kitty was phasing through the ground, saving Spike and Rogue. Cyclops was handling the Quicksilver and Jean, the Blob. I just hope that Sabretooth wouldn't attack them.
Too late.