Smooth Criminal
By
Meeyr
Chapter 1
Logan rolled up to the mansion on his Harley. "Hope old Scott doesn't mind that I wrecked his bike" he chuckled to himself as he stepped off his new ride. He left the keys in the starter seeing as no one was going to steal his bike right outside the mansion's front steps. It had been a year since he had left the mansion in search of clues about his past. He had found out some information up in Canada, mostly concerning rumors of an old government facility in the artic that supposedly had been a training ground for elite special ops soldiers. What made this information sketchy at first was that this facility was American based, but without any other leads Logan decided to go searching for the mysterious complex. After many months of tedious searching, Logan had stumbled upon the remains of the facility. From what he could tell it appeared that it had been burned down and then abandoned. That was until he stumbled upon a hidden underground access door among the ruins. This led to a laboratory in which he found some of his answers. According to the files that had been left, Logan had been part of a special military task force designed for espionage and guerilla warfare. Unfortunately this program had lost many of its pioneering soldiers in its early years due to human frailty. Ordinary soldiers, even those considered the best at what they did, could not survive the missions that this program was designed to carry out. In order to correct this, the government in charge started attempting to recruit genetically gifted humans that had suddenly been appearing. These "mutants" were screened and tested until the facility found a handful that fit their profile of durable, stealthy predators. In short, they found men that could and would survive at any cost. Apparently one these "mutants" who fit this profile was Logan himself, along with a handful of other faceless names. But, with so much money invested in this program the government in charge decided to take no chances and brought in a young geneticist named Nathaniel Essex to enhance these already spectacular subjects. Essex, along with his superiors, decided to encase the subject's bones with a high density, near indestructible metal called adamantium. Once again disaster hit when only four of the "mutant" group lived through the operation and even they developed amnesia. The government fired Dr. Essex for incompentency and decided that enough money had been wasted in this program; so four soldiers would have to do. The survivors were then retrained with only their names as any connection to their former lives. Even these were eventually phased out as each man was given a codename to operate under. Logan's was Wolverine, of course, with the others being Deadpool, Maverick and one Sabertooth. While this was a tremendous find, Logan unfortunately found no other leads and was only filled with more questions that would remain unanswered. He then decided it was time to end his exodus and return to Xavier and the x-men, which brings him back to his arrival at the mansion.
Not wanting to make a big commotion about his return, Logan just walks in the mansion expecting to see the regular commotion that surrounds any school. Oddly though the mansion seemed to be deserted without a single light on other than the outside one illuminating the front door. Must not have summer school thought Logan as he wandered through the halls. Even so, Marie should still be around being that she doesn't really have anywhere else to go. But, a lot can happen in a year and so Logan deviated from his purposeless wandering and headed to Xavier's office.
"Dis old man be even more paranoid than I thought" muttered the intruder. He had been searching for hours and still hadn't come across what he was looking for. With Sabertooth causing a ruckus in downtown New York and therefore drawing the x-men away from home, Remy had time but it was slowly running out. The files weren't in the computer as he had already uselessly hacked through the whole system and so they must be on paper filed away somewhere. The million-dollar question, or at least it should be but since doing what he is told kept him alive, was where were they? They couldn't be any higher than a man could reach from a wheelchair and so that left a secret compartment concealed somewhere below chest level. But he had checked every wooden inch of the floor as well as every picture frame and aspect of the old coots desk. Deep in thought the thief unconsciously started playing with a cane that leaned up against the bookshelf behind the man's desk. "Mon Dieu," he muttered. A cane, what would a man completely crippled below the waste need with a cane. Spinning around in the chair holding the cane, the thief examined the bookshelf. What was out of place? Modern evolutionary principles, encyclopedia Britannica, motivational techniques, Prefontaine.Prefontaine? What would a cripple want with a biography on a long distance runner? Limiting himself to the height of an old man in a wheelchair, the thief reached up with the cane and pressed on the conspicuous book. Without so much as a whisper the bookshelf lowered into the floor and came to rest with the book at shoulder level. Then, not seconds after it settled to a rest, the three books to the right of the biography swung out to reveal a small safe. In seconds the thief cracked the safe combination and found himself staring at a folder fat with papers that, after inspection, contained the information that he was being paid to acquire. "You still got it Remy, but just have to leave out the hours of searching to keep your reputation intact," the thief chuckled to himself. Just then, as he was standing to leave, Remy heard the door behind him open, followed by a low deep growl.
Rage enveloped Logan. Of all the things he expected to see upon entering the room of perhaps the one man he respected, a thief was not high on that list or appreciated for that matter. From what his heightened eyesight could distinguish, the thief was covered in a dark brown trench coat with only what could be a black bodysuit underneath. He had long reddish-brown hair that hung to the nape of his neck. He was tall, about 6'2ish, and from what he could tell, was lean like a panther. Nothing Logan couldn't handle, especially since he had the advantage of being able to see in the dark. "Spill it bub, or I will be spilling your blood all over these walls like paint, and get your hands where I can see them," Logan growled at the back of the man.
Remy raised his hands in conceit, keeping the valued folder in his left hand, thus allowing his deadly right hand it's needed freedom. He still didn't know the identity of his captor, but, from what he had studied on the x-men, he had a good guess. Still his orders not to kill anyone were clear and therefore he had to make sure. "As temptin' as dat offer is homme, I tink I'll pass. See here dees hands are, right where you wanted dem," Remy said, shaking his hands a little to show that he was being a good boy and cooperating. "Don suppose you could give me a name to go wit dat winning personality?" he chuckled.
"Names Wolverine bub, and if you keep it up, it's not my personality that you will have to worry about," Logan growled back, infuriated by the confidence that this upstart radiated.
"Be dat as it may, your name does mean something to me homme," Remy said as he slowly turned his head to the side, exposing his glowing red eyes to his captor. "It means dat Gambit don gotta hold back wit you," and in the instant that his eyes caught Wolverine off guard, Remy flipped his right hand out, sliding the literal "ace up his sleeve" out. In the very same motion, Remy transferred potential energy into kinetic energy, charging the playing card in brilliant flash of red, spun on his left foot and threw the deadly ace of spades in a side-armed motion at Wolverine catching him directly in the chest.
Pain was all Logan felt as he was thrown out of the room by the explosion of the card. Pain and shock at the speed of his assailant. So much for this joker being a pushover thought Logan before the animalistic rage that he kept bottled inside him took over his mind. After that, the only thought going through his mind was how many pieces he could tear this man into.
"Come on mon ami, Gambit know he didn't kill you," Remy said right before the enraged Canadian burst back into the room. Anticipating this from his research on Wolverine, Remy instantly hopped onto the desk from his previously crouched position by the side of the desk. Using his momentum, Remy then sprung from the desk and flipped over the charging Wolverine who proceeded to crash into the desk, destroying it in his fury. "Too slow old man," Remy laughed as he hurled three more charged playing cards in a backhanded blur with his left hand, while using his right hand to secure the folder in his waistband in the small of his back. As usual, the cards connected right on as they connected with a turning Wolverine's chest in a bright explosion. Unfortunately for Remy, he had been staring directly at the bright explosion, and his light-sensitive eyes were temporarily blinded. Got to get my sunglasses on, he thought. But, in the split second Remy donned his shades, he was greeted by the punishing shoulder of Wolverine hammering into his chest, hurling him across the entryway of the mansion. At least I'm away from him for the moment he thought.
"You got spunk kid, too bad I'll have to cut it out of ya," snarled Wolverine as he stalked this so-called Gambit. He was good Logan realized, very good for someone who couldn't be more than 23 years old. Cyclops would laugh his snotty ass off if he heard I got beat up by a 23 year old. This thought alone was enough for Logan to calm his berserker rage enough to attack intelligently. He knew that another careless charge would just lead to his ass on the floor again, and his healing factor was already being pushed more than usual. It was far from its limit, but with the firepower this kid was throwing around, it wouldn't take much to push it over the edge. He would just have to get in close where he could dissect this kid at will. Still stalking forwards Logan noticed Gambit detach a short strange pipe of his left leg. Anticipating another throwing attack he crouched low, arms flexed at his side, waiting for the kid's toss that Logan would turn into Gambit's demise.
Thank God thought Remy, his feint had worked. He had hoped that he could slow Wolverine's advance by acting like he was going throw his collapsed adamantium staff. Wolverine's pause gave Remy time to telescope his bo staff to its full length with a spin and a twist. Following this motion, Remy spun the staff in a defensive spin and transferred it solely into his left hand, once again giving his right hand access to his arsenal of stored playing cards. Now completely ready for the inevitable attack, Remy grinned at his opponent. Oddly though, Wolverine didn't attack. Remy was confused at first, but then realized that the rest of the x-men could arrive at any time and as formidable as he was, Remy was no match for the whole team. Dis needs to end now, he surmised. "Gambit don remember any of da oompa loompas of Charlie and the Chocolate bein' dis vicious. You musta been a reject, eh homme," he said with a grin.
Upon hearing this Logan lost it. He knew the kid was going to try and bait him since he knew he was running out of time, but he hadn't been ready for this. So, with quickness belaying his size, Logan rushed Gambit. He ducked inside the too-slow swing of Gambit's staff and slashed wildly at the young Cajun with his left hand, scoring a hit across his chest. Luckily for Remy, when he saw that his downswing attack with his staff was going to miss his assailant, he spun his body around so that Wolverine's left handed swipe just grazed his chest instead of impaling him on those unforgiving claws. In the midst of his spin, Remy, ignoring the tremendous pain searing his chest, grabbed his spare deck of cards from his right pocket. Upon completing his spin, he found himself facing Wolverine's side as the Canadian attacked with a backhanded swipe at his head with his right hand. Instinctively dropping into a crouch to keep his head connected to his body, Remy charged the whole deck of cards in his right hand and unleashed them into Wolverine's chest as if he was playing fifty-two pickup. With a tremendous explosion, Wolverine was launched through a wall and lost consciousness. His healing factor momentarily overloaded by the ferocity of the attack.
"Bang, you dead mon ami," panted a bleeding Remy as stumbled out the mansion's front door looking for something to take him away from this place. Spotting a parked Harley just to the side of the mansion's front steps, Remy thanked all the saints in heaven that its owner had left the keys in the ignition. He didn't care if he'd killed Wolverine, though his employer would be angry if he in fact did. All he could think of as he tore off into the night, was that he had used all his luck tonight by getting away from Wolverine alive.
*Begin Disclaimer* I don't own any of this stuff. I don't own the X-men or a Harley or a Mansion or a.wait, I do own a deck of cards. Ha, take that you sue-happy greedy bastards! .And when I say sue-happy greedy bastards, I mean that with the utmost respect.don't sue me. *End Disclaimer*
A/N (at least I think that means author's notes.hey, I own them too, cool) Yeah, so this is my first fan-fic, even though I haven't collected comics in some many years that I actually have some extra money now. Be proud of the fact that all of your fiction has inspired me to write my own better story. Well, better because what I want to happen in the story happens. Anyways, read and review if you want to. Reviews are appreciated, as are flames (that's bad reviews I think). Basically, I hope you guys like my story but if you don't, that's ok too. Free speech and all that. Don't know when the rest will be out (because this was the only part I actually knew what to write), or how long this whole mess will be, but stick with it because I will. Oh yeah, how was the fight scene? If you are going to review, for the love of God, tell me what you think about the fight scene. Reason being is that there will be more of them and if they suck, I will alter them. The next one will be a little faster pace, maybe to the tune of Disturbed's song, 'The Sickness." I don't own them either, just the CD.
Chapter 1
Logan rolled up to the mansion on his Harley. "Hope old Scott doesn't mind that I wrecked his bike" he chuckled to himself as he stepped off his new ride. He left the keys in the starter seeing as no one was going to steal his bike right outside the mansion's front steps. It had been a year since he had left the mansion in search of clues about his past. He had found out some information up in Canada, mostly concerning rumors of an old government facility in the artic that supposedly had been a training ground for elite special ops soldiers. What made this information sketchy at first was that this facility was American based, but without any other leads Logan decided to go searching for the mysterious complex. After many months of tedious searching, Logan had stumbled upon the remains of the facility. From what he could tell it appeared that it had been burned down and then abandoned. That was until he stumbled upon a hidden underground access door among the ruins. This led to a laboratory in which he found some of his answers. According to the files that had been left, Logan had been part of a special military task force designed for espionage and guerilla warfare. Unfortunately this program had lost many of its pioneering soldiers in its early years due to human frailty. Ordinary soldiers, even those considered the best at what they did, could not survive the missions that this program was designed to carry out. In order to correct this, the government in charge started attempting to recruit genetically gifted humans that had suddenly been appearing. These "mutants" were screened and tested until the facility found a handful that fit their profile of durable, stealthy predators. In short, they found men that could and would survive at any cost. Apparently one these "mutants" who fit this profile was Logan himself, along with a handful of other faceless names. But, with so much money invested in this program the government in charge decided to take no chances and brought in a young geneticist named Nathaniel Essex to enhance these already spectacular subjects. Essex, along with his superiors, decided to encase the subject's bones with a high density, near indestructible metal called adamantium. Once again disaster hit when only four of the "mutant" group lived through the operation and even they developed amnesia. The government fired Dr. Essex for incompentency and decided that enough money had been wasted in this program; so four soldiers would have to do. The survivors were then retrained with only their names as any connection to their former lives. Even these were eventually phased out as each man was given a codename to operate under. Logan's was Wolverine, of course, with the others being Deadpool, Maverick and one Sabertooth. While this was a tremendous find, Logan unfortunately found no other leads and was only filled with more questions that would remain unanswered. He then decided it was time to end his exodus and return to Xavier and the x-men, which brings him back to his arrival at the mansion.
Not wanting to make a big commotion about his return, Logan just walks in the mansion expecting to see the regular commotion that surrounds any school. Oddly though the mansion seemed to be deserted without a single light on other than the outside one illuminating the front door. Must not have summer school thought Logan as he wandered through the halls. Even so, Marie should still be around being that she doesn't really have anywhere else to go. But, a lot can happen in a year and so Logan deviated from his purposeless wandering and headed to Xavier's office.
"Dis old man be even more paranoid than I thought" muttered the intruder. He had been searching for hours and still hadn't come across what he was looking for. With Sabertooth causing a ruckus in downtown New York and therefore drawing the x-men away from home, Remy had time but it was slowly running out. The files weren't in the computer as he had already uselessly hacked through the whole system and so they must be on paper filed away somewhere. The million-dollar question, or at least it should be but since doing what he is told kept him alive, was where were they? They couldn't be any higher than a man could reach from a wheelchair and so that left a secret compartment concealed somewhere below chest level. But he had checked every wooden inch of the floor as well as every picture frame and aspect of the old coots desk. Deep in thought the thief unconsciously started playing with a cane that leaned up against the bookshelf behind the man's desk. "Mon Dieu," he muttered. A cane, what would a man completely crippled below the waste need with a cane. Spinning around in the chair holding the cane, the thief examined the bookshelf. What was out of place? Modern evolutionary principles, encyclopedia Britannica, motivational techniques, Prefontaine.Prefontaine? What would a cripple want with a biography on a long distance runner? Limiting himself to the height of an old man in a wheelchair, the thief reached up with the cane and pressed on the conspicuous book. Without so much as a whisper the bookshelf lowered into the floor and came to rest with the book at shoulder level. Then, not seconds after it settled to a rest, the three books to the right of the biography swung out to reveal a small safe. In seconds the thief cracked the safe combination and found himself staring at a folder fat with papers that, after inspection, contained the information that he was being paid to acquire. "You still got it Remy, but just have to leave out the hours of searching to keep your reputation intact," the thief chuckled to himself. Just then, as he was standing to leave, Remy heard the door behind him open, followed by a low deep growl.
Rage enveloped Logan. Of all the things he expected to see upon entering the room of perhaps the one man he respected, a thief was not high on that list or appreciated for that matter. From what his heightened eyesight could distinguish, the thief was covered in a dark brown trench coat with only what could be a black bodysuit underneath. He had long reddish-brown hair that hung to the nape of his neck. He was tall, about 6'2ish, and from what he could tell, was lean like a panther. Nothing Logan couldn't handle, especially since he had the advantage of being able to see in the dark. "Spill it bub, or I will be spilling your blood all over these walls like paint, and get your hands where I can see them," Logan growled at the back of the man.
Remy raised his hands in conceit, keeping the valued folder in his left hand, thus allowing his deadly right hand it's needed freedom. He still didn't know the identity of his captor, but, from what he had studied on the x-men, he had a good guess. Still his orders not to kill anyone were clear and therefore he had to make sure. "As temptin' as dat offer is homme, I tink I'll pass. See here dees hands are, right where you wanted dem," Remy said, shaking his hands a little to show that he was being a good boy and cooperating. "Don suppose you could give me a name to go wit dat winning personality?" he chuckled.
"Names Wolverine bub, and if you keep it up, it's not my personality that you will have to worry about," Logan growled back, infuriated by the confidence that this upstart radiated.
"Be dat as it may, your name does mean something to me homme," Remy said as he slowly turned his head to the side, exposing his glowing red eyes to his captor. "It means dat Gambit don gotta hold back wit you," and in the instant that his eyes caught Wolverine off guard, Remy flipped his right hand out, sliding the literal "ace up his sleeve" out. In the very same motion, Remy transferred potential energy into kinetic energy, charging the playing card in brilliant flash of red, spun on his left foot and threw the deadly ace of spades in a side-armed motion at Wolverine catching him directly in the chest.
Pain was all Logan felt as he was thrown out of the room by the explosion of the card. Pain and shock at the speed of his assailant. So much for this joker being a pushover thought Logan before the animalistic rage that he kept bottled inside him took over his mind. After that, the only thought going through his mind was how many pieces he could tear this man into.
"Come on mon ami, Gambit know he didn't kill you," Remy said right before the enraged Canadian burst back into the room. Anticipating this from his research on Wolverine, Remy instantly hopped onto the desk from his previously crouched position by the side of the desk. Using his momentum, Remy then sprung from the desk and flipped over the charging Wolverine who proceeded to crash into the desk, destroying it in his fury. "Too slow old man," Remy laughed as he hurled three more charged playing cards in a backhanded blur with his left hand, while using his right hand to secure the folder in his waistband in the small of his back. As usual, the cards connected right on as they connected with a turning Wolverine's chest in a bright explosion. Unfortunately for Remy, he had been staring directly at the bright explosion, and his light-sensitive eyes were temporarily blinded. Got to get my sunglasses on, he thought. But, in the split second Remy donned his shades, he was greeted by the punishing shoulder of Wolverine hammering into his chest, hurling him across the entryway of the mansion. At least I'm away from him for the moment he thought.
"You got spunk kid, too bad I'll have to cut it out of ya," snarled Wolverine as he stalked this so-called Gambit. He was good Logan realized, very good for someone who couldn't be more than 23 years old. Cyclops would laugh his snotty ass off if he heard I got beat up by a 23 year old. This thought alone was enough for Logan to calm his berserker rage enough to attack intelligently. He knew that another careless charge would just lead to his ass on the floor again, and his healing factor was already being pushed more than usual. It was far from its limit, but with the firepower this kid was throwing around, it wouldn't take much to push it over the edge. He would just have to get in close where he could dissect this kid at will. Still stalking forwards Logan noticed Gambit detach a short strange pipe of his left leg. Anticipating another throwing attack he crouched low, arms flexed at his side, waiting for the kid's toss that Logan would turn into Gambit's demise.
Thank God thought Remy, his feint had worked. He had hoped that he could slow Wolverine's advance by acting like he was going throw his collapsed adamantium staff. Wolverine's pause gave Remy time to telescope his bo staff to its full length with a spin and a twist. Following this motion, Remy spun the staff in a defensive spin and transferred it solely into his left hand, once again giving his right hand access to his arsenal of stored playing cards. Now completely ready for the inevitable attack, Remy grinned at his opponent. Oddly though, Wolverine didn't attack. Remy was confused at first, but then realized that the rest of the x-men could arrive at any time and as formidable as he was, Remy was no match for the whole team. Dis needs to end now, he surmised. "Gambit don remember any of da oompa loompas of Charlie and the Chocolate bein' dis vicious. You musta been a reject, eh homme," he said with a grin.
Upon hearing this Logan lost it. He knew the kid was going to try and bait him since he knew he was running out of time, but he hadn't been ready for this. So, with quickness belaying his size, Logan rushed Gambit. He ducked inside the too-slow swing of Gambit's staff and slashed wildly at the young Cajun with his left hand, scoring a hit across his chest. Luckily for Remy, when he saw that his downswing attack with his staff was going to miss his assailant, he spun his body around so that Wolverine's left handed swipe just grazed his chest instead of impaling him on those unforgiving claws. In the midst of his spin, Remy, ignoring the tremendous pain searing his chest, grabbed his spare deck of cards from his right pocket. Upon completing his spin, he found himself facing Wolverine's side as the Canadian attacked with a backhanded swipe at his head with his right hand. Instinctively dropping into a crouch to keep his head connected to his body, Remy charged the whole deck of cards in his right hand and unleashed them into Wolverine's chest as if he was playing fifty-two pickup. With a tremendous explosion, Wolverine was launched through a wall and lost consciousness. His healing factor momentarily overloaded by the ferocity of the attack.
"Bang, you dead mon ami," panted a bleeding Remy as stumbled out the mansion's front door looking for something to take him away from this place. Spotting a parked Harley just to the side of the mansion's front steps, Remy thanked all the saints in heaven that its owner had left the keys in the ignition. He didn't care if he'd killed Wolverine, though his employer would be angry if he in fact did. All he could think of as he tore off into the night, was that he had used all his luck tonight by getting away from Wolverine alive.
*Begin Disclaimer* I don't own any of this stuff. I don't own the X-men or a Harley or a Mansion or a.wait, I do own a deck of cards. Ha, take that you sue-happy greedy bastards! .And when I say sue-happy greedy bastards, I mean that with the utmost respect.don't sue me. *End Disclaimer*
A/N (at least I think that means author's notes.hey, I own them too, cool) Yeah, so this is my first fan-fic, even though I haven't collected comics in some many years that I actually have some extra money now. Be proud of the fact that all of your fiction has inspired me to write my own better story. Well, better because what I want to happen in the story happens. Anyways, read and review if you want to. Reviews are appreciated, as are flames (that's bad reviews I think). Basically, I hope you guys like my story but if you don't, that's ok too. Free speech and all that. Don't know when the rest will be out (because this was the only part I actually knew what to write), or how long this whole mess will be, but stick with it because I will. Oh yeah, how was the fight scene? If you are going to review, for the love of God, tell me what you think about the fight scene. Reason being is that there will be more of them and if they suck, I will alter them. The next one will be a little faster pace, maybe to the tune of Disturbed's song, 'The Sickness." I don't own them either, just the CD.