CHAPTER 2
As Jean spoke these words, Logan was at the mansion carrying out a task of his own. Having decided that he didn't like kids enough to teach and he didn't like food enough to cook, Xavier had last week given him the title of 'Controller'. This didn't mean an awful lot, except that Logan got control of the mansion when every other X-Men was away (which would have happened anyway, spiffy title or no spiffy title) and he got to sell balloons to the kids. Still, it was something to justify his on-going presence at the school, so Logan stuck with it.
"Attention!" He stalked into the common room, where around twenty students were in between classes. They didn't stop talking on Logan's command, mainly because they knew Storm was still around and so Logan didn't have any particular right to sell anything or order anybody.
A small girl ran up to him, tugged at his sleeve and started crying.
"Afternoon, er, brat I don't know. What's wrong?"
"It's me, Kitty! I don't know what's happening," she gasped dramatically, far from her usual composed self. "Someone keeps on changing my age. One second I'm clearly a fifteen year old, calmly walking out of the wall of Xavier's study, and then I change into this – a ten year old kid who has a tendency to throw herself through the walls screaming "We're under attack!" in the middle of a Physics lesson."
She said this all very fast, but Logan nodded. "It must be due to the lack of proper continuity in minor characters between the two movies. Just remember that there is no movie, and you'll be fine."
"What are you talking about?" asked a fifteen year old Kitty Pryde with a blank look. "What movie?"
Logan opened his mouth to talk, and then thought hard about it. Where had this story about a movie come from? It was extremely odd. Then thought some more and excitedly realised that this could reveal something about his sneakily hidden past. It was mysterious enough, wasn't it? And he didn't know why it had happened. Therefore, it must be a clue. Perhaps Kitty was the one who put the adamantium in his body!
No, Logan The Professor's voice echoed inside his head, sounding tired. This movie you are blabbering about has nothing to do with your past. Neither does chocolate milk. Or the rain falling. Or even the force of gravity. Just because you cannot explain these things does not mean they are part of the genetic experiments that gave you your adamantium skeleton. Now, please ,comfort Kitty and then get on with the task I set you to do.
Sheepishly, Logan looked at his toes. He turned to Kitty, who was eying him curiously.
"You wear that confused expression a lot," she said thoughtfully, once more her observant self. "I think it may be part of your inner psych telling yourself that you are emotionally weak, that you are held within barriers. You are tormented within by a well known condition that –"
"Piss off," Logan growled. "Now, attention, please. Everyone! The Professor has given me a message to pass on to you toddlers."
They listened. Logan continued, pleased with himself. "Right, he has said that this afternoon at 4pm, he will begin to take you in groups of ten to the job centre." A few murmurs interrupted him. He ignored them. "Which means that you will not have your last lesson, but instead you will prepare yourselves for interviews. You will be asked what your abilities are.
"This does not mean any powers you little freaks want to show off," he added hastily, as John smirked and shot a few flames into the air. "Unless they can be disguised as an ordinary human talent. We clear?"
"Actually," Ororo said as she walked in. "The order was for all of us. As in the students and the staff. As in including you, Logan."
As Jean spoke these words, Logan was at the mansion carrying out a task of his own. Having decided that he didn't like kids enough to teach and he didn't like food enough to cook, Xavier had last week given him the title of 'Controller'. This didn't mean an awful lot, except that Logan got control of the mansion when every other X-Men was away (which would have happened anyway, spiffy title or no spiffy title) and he got to sell balloons to the kids. Still, it was something to justify his on-going presence at the school, so Logan stuck with it.
"Attention!" He stalked into the common room, where around twenty students were in between classes. They didn't stop talking on Logan's command, mainly because they knew Storm was still around and so Logan didn't have any particular right to sell anything or order anybody.
A small girl ran up to him, tugged at his sleeve and started crying.
"Afternoon, er, brat I don't know. What's wrong?"
"It's me, Kitty! I don't know what's happening," she gasped dramatically, far from her usual composed self. "Someone keeps on changing my age. One second I'm clearly a fifteen year old, calmly walking out of the wall of Xavier's study, and then I change into this – a ten year old kid who has a tendency to throw herself through the walls screaming "We're under attack!" in the middle of a Physics lesson."
She said this all very fast, but Logan nodded. "It must be due to the lack of proper continuity in minor characters between the two movies. Just remember that there is no movie, and you'll be fine."
"What are you talking about?" asked a fifteen year old Kitty Pryde with a blank look. "What movie?"
Logan opened his mouth to talk, and then thought hard about it. Where had this story about a movie come from? It was extremely odd. Then thought some more and excitedly realised that this could reveal something about his sneakily hidden past. It was mysterious enough, wasn't it? And he didn't know why it had happened. Therefore, it must be a clue. Perhaps Kitty was the one who put the adamantium in his body!
No, Logan The Professor's voice echoed inside his head, sounding tired. This movie you are blabbering about has nothing to do with your past. Neither does chocolate milk. Or the rain falling. Or even the force of gravity. Just because you cannot explain these things does not mean they are part of the genetic experiments that gave you your adamantium skeleton. Now, please ,comfort Kitty and then get on with the task I set you to do.
Sheepishly, Logan looked at his toes. He turned to Kitty, who was eying him curiously.
"You wear that confused expression a lot," she said thoughtfully, once more her observant self. "I think it may be part of your inner psych telling yourself that you are emotionally weak, that you are held within barriers. You are tormented within by a well known condition that –"
"Piss off," Logan growled. "Now, attention, please. Everyone! The Professor has given me a message to pass on to you toddlers."
They listened. Logan continued, pleased with himself. "Right, he has said that this afternoon at 4pm, he will begin to take you in groups of ten to the job centre." A few murmurs interrupted him. He ignored them. "Which means that you will not have your last lesson, but instead you will prepare yourselves for interviews. You will be asked what your abilities are.
"This does not mean any powers you little freaks want to show off," he added hastily, as John smirked and shot a few flames into the air. "Unless they can be disguised as an ordinary human talent. We clear?"
"Actually," Ororo said as she walked in. "The order was for all of us. As in the students and the staff. As in including you, Logan."