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Vengeance
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By the time Logan had returned to the murder scene, it looked like all of New York's finest were out on the front lawn and surrounding the neighborhood. "Great, can't go back in now." Logan grumbled to himself. Following a gut feeling, he turned his Harley around and started back for the bar. 'What would a physchopathic killer do after knockin' out a few people? Go t'the nearest bar and get drunk would be my guess.'
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In the med lab, Jean had already ran a few tests on their strange new guest. He had been very cooperative, to her surprise, and remained relatively silent. Jean had already informed the Professor on the situation at hand, and he had briefed the other X-Men and older students. This way she wouldn't have to worry about nosy people poking their heads in the med lab to check out the new stranger.
Jean raised an eyebrow while she was using the stethescope to check Cadaver's heartbeat.
He caught her look of confusion and let out a small laugh. "I know what you are confused about just by the look on your face." He smiled.
Jean removed the medical instrument and let it hang on her neck. "You don't have a heartbeat."
"I know. But the funny thing is that I'm alive yes?"
Jean stared into Cadaver's orange and grey eyes. This guy had a strange sense of humor. "Not funny, just...unexpected."
He shrugged. "I do bleed though...and I suppose I have internal organs...although I do not quite know how they would work without a heartbeat....or how I can have pumping blood without a heartbeat also."
Jean's eyes widened. "That is strange I suppose. But you never can tell with mutants huh?" She recieved a smile from Cadaver and decided that sort of testing wasn't going to do much good now. "But you do bleed?"
He nodded. "Yes, but it's not red like it should be, it's black."
"Hmmm..." Jean thought for a moment. "Mind if I do a blood test?"
Cadaver held out his arm. "Go right ahead."
Just then Rogue had popped into the room. She and some of the older students were taking care of Rosie for a little while. "Hey Jean."
She turned around to face the teenager. "What is it Rogue?"
Rogue smiled politely at the strange looking man sitting on the medical table. She had been told about him, but hadn't seen his appearance yet. "Um..Rosie just woke up from her nap, do you want us to feed her or something?"
Jean bit her lip for a second in thought, then turned to Cadaver. "Does she usually eat right after her nap?"
"Yes, she usually has some macaroni or some chicken nuggets. Rosie really likes chicken." After a pause, he smiled at Rogue. "She likes you, I can tell."
Rogue returned the gesture. "Ahlright, I'll feed her." She waved at Jean and hurried out of the med lab.
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The bar smelled of smoke and sweat and a lot of liquor already, and it was still early in the morning. This was definetly the type of place that alcoholics would go this early in the day.
Logan rolled his eyes, taking a deep breath as he stepped over to the bar and took a seat near a man that looked like he'd seen better days. He ordered for some whisky so not to look too suspicious, and kept an eye on the man beside him.
The guy was on Logan's suspect list the minute he saw him. He wore a dirty brown mesh trucker's hat, a white t-shirt that was no longer white with too many liquor, sweat, and ash stains, and he had a beard that was a few days old. Logan wanted to leap out of his stool at the man once he smelled the blood. It was a familiar blood scent, it was the blood he smelled in Rosie's house, her parents.
Taking a closer look at the guy, Logan could see the dried blood caked beneath the man's fingernails, and he smelled the gun powder on him. He grunted, looking at the t.v. screen overhead, then switching back to the suspect.
The man glanced sideways at Logan, giving him a dirty look. "What's yore problem Mac?"
Logan shook his head, watching the man pull out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one for himself with a shaky hand. He pulled a cigar from his jacket pocket and popped it into his mouth. "Mind if I bum a light bub?"
The man let out a short chuckle, but Logan could smell the nervousness wafting off him like bacon on a grill. "Hmph, sure Mac, here ya go." He held out the lighter, flicking a flame to Logan's cigar.
He nodded, pulling back after his stogie was lit, and leaned against the bar, finishing off his whiskey. "Thanks." All Logan really wanted to do at that moment was rip the bastard's throat out, after being sure he was the killer. But for Cadaver and Rosie's sake, and a little for his own, he needed to find out why.
Suddenly the man threw some money on the bar, left his cigarette in an ash tray and walked out of the door.
Logan waited about 2 seconds, payed the bartender, and did the same, regretably leaving his unfinished cigar.
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"Do you think Logan found the murderer by now?" Cadaver asked Jean, taking a seat in the kitchen.
Jean smiled at him comfortingly. "I'm not sure, knowing Logan...well, let's just say he's got a knack for tracking." She started toward the refridgerator and took out some coldcuts. "You must be starved, would you like a sandwich?"
Cadaver laughed, half smiling. "Actually, I don't need to eat in order to survive, but I like too. A sandwich sound's nice."
'This guy's just one giant puzzle isn't he? Somewhat like Logan.' Jean let out a laugh of her own and began making a supersize sandwich that Cadaver could enjoy.
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In the rec room, Rogue, Bobby, and John were keeping Rosie occupied by setting her infront of the t.v. to watch cartoons.
"So, do you think she's got any other powers, or will get any when she's older, besides the obvious?" John asked, casually leaning back on the couch and flicking his Zippo lighter.
Rogue shrugged, lightly bouncing the 3 year old on her lap as she giggled to the cartoon music on t.v. "I dunno, mebbe." She shifted the child on her lap, careful not to make any skin contact.
John smirked, making the flame on the lighter get bigger and turn into a teddy bear. "Maybe she'll become a little flame thrower."
Rosie pointed to the flame and smiled at the shape of the bear that it took. "Teddy!" She cried out happily.
Bobby glared at Pyro, reaching out with just enough frost to extinguish the flame. "Cut it out John, you don't want the kid getting burned do you?!"
John shrugged. "Sorreeee. Don't be so jealous Ice-boy." He mocked, making a face at Bobby.
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Would you guys stop it? You're so immature."
Bobby took his gaze away from John and looked back at the t.v. Pyro stood abrubtly and started to leave the room. "This is so bogus, you guys are no fun." He stalked out of the rec room, leaving Bobby and Rogue alone with Rosie.
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Vengeance
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By the time Logan had returned to the murder scene, it looked like all of New York's finest were out on the front lawn and surrounding the neighborhood. "Great, can't go back in now." Logan grumbled to himself. Following a gut feeling, he turned his Harley around and started back for the bar. 'What would a physchopathic killer do after knockin' out a few people? Go t'the nearest bar and get drunk would be my guess.'
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In the med lab, Jean had already ran a few tests on their strange new guest. He had been very cooperative, to her surprise, and remained relatively silent. Jean had already informed the Professor on the situation at hand, and he had briefed the other X-Men and older students. This way she wouldn't have to worry about nosy people poking their heads in the med lab to check out the new stranger.
Jean raised an eyebrow while she was using the stethescope to check Cadaver's heartbeat.
He caught her look of confusion and let out a small laugh. "I know what you are confused about just by the look on your face." He smiled.
Jean removed the medical instrument and let it hang on her neck. "You don't have a heartbeat."
"I know. But the funny thing is that I'm alive yes?"
Jean stared into Cadaver's orange and grey eyes. This guy had a strange sense of humor. "Not funny, just...unexpected."
He shrugged. "I do bleed though...and I suppose I have internal organs...although I do not quite know how they would work without a heartbeat....or how I can have pumping blood without a heartbeat also."
Jean's eyes widened. "That is strange I suppose. But you never can tell with mutants huh?" She recieved a smile from Cadaver and decided that sort of testing wasn't going to do much good now. "But you do bleed?"
He nodded. "Yes, but it's not red like it should be, it's black."
"Hmmm..." Jean thought for a moment. "Mind if I do a blood test?"
Cadaver held out his arm. "Go right ahead."
Just then Rogue had popped into the room. She and some of the older students were taking care of Rosie for a little while. "Hey Jean."
She turned around to face the teenager. "What is it Rogue?"
Rogue smiled politely at the strange looking man sitting on the medical table. She had been told about him, but hadn't seen his appearance yet. "Um..Rosie just woke up from her nap, do you want us to feed her or something?"
Jean bit her lip for a second in thought, then turned to Cadaver. "Does she usually eat right after her nap?"
"Yes, she usually has some macaroni or some chicken nuggets. Rosie really likes chicken." After a pause, he smiled at Rogue. "She likes you, I can tell."
Rogue returned the gesture. "Ahlright, I'll feed her." She waved at Jean and hurried out of the med lab.
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The bar smelled of smoke and sweat and a lot of liquor already, and it was still early in the morning. This was definetly the type of place that alcoholics would go this early in the day.
Logan rolled his eyes, taking a deep breath as he stepped over to the bar and took a seat near a man that looked like he'd seen better days. He ordered for some whisky so not to look too suspicious, and kept an eye on the man beside him.
The guy was on Logan's suspect list the minute he saw him. He wore a dirty brown mesh trucker's hat, a white t-shirt that was no longer white with too many liquor, sweat, and ash stains, and he had a beard that was a few days old. Logan wanted to leap out of his stool at the man once he smelled the blood. It was a familiar blood scent, it was the blood he smelled in Rosie's house, her parents.
Taking a closer look at the guy, Logan could see the dried blood caked beneath the man's fingernails, and he smelled the gun powder on him. He grunted, looking at the t.v. screen overhead, then switching back to the suspect.
The man glanced sideways at Logan, giving him a dirty look. "What's yore problem Mac?"
Logan shook his head, watching the man pull out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one for himself with a shaky hand. He pulled a cigar from his jacket pocket and popped it into his mouth. "Mind if I bum a light bub?"
The man let out a short chuckle, but Logan could smell the nervousness wafting off him like bacon on a grill. "Hmph, sure Mac, here ya go." He held out the lighter, flicking a flame to Logan's cigar.
He nodded, pulling back after his stogie was lit, and leaned against the bar, finishing off his whiskey. "Thanks." All Logan really wanted to do at that moment was rip the bastard's throat out, after being sure he was the killer. But for Cadaver and Rosie's sake, and a little for his own, he needed to find out why.
Suddenly the man threw some money on the bar, left his cigarette in an ash tray and walked out of the door.
Logan waited about 2 seconds, payed the bartender, and did the same, regretably leaving his unfinished cigar.
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"Do you think Logan found the murderer by now?" Cadaver asked Jean, taking a seat in the kitchen.
Jean smiled at him comfortingly. "I'm not sure, knowing Logan...well, let's just say he's got a knack for tracking." She started toward the refridgerator and took out some coldcuts. "You must be starved, would you like a sandwich?"
Cadaver laughed, half smiling. "Actually, I don't need to eat in order to survive, but I like too. A sandwich sound's nice."
'This guy's just one giant puzzle isn't he? Somewhat like Logan.' Jean let out a laugh of her own and began making a supersize sandwich that Cadaver could enjoy.
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In the rec room, Rogue, Bobby, and John were keeping Rosie occupied by setting her infront of the t.v. to watch cartoons.
"So, do you think she's got any other powers, or will get any when she's older, besides the obvious?" John asked, casually leaning back on the couch and flicking his Zippo lighter.
Rogue shrugged, lightly bouncing the 3 year old on her lap as she giggled to the cartoon music on t.v. "I dunno, mebbe." She shifted the child on her lap, careful not to make any skin contact.
John smirked, making the flame on the lighter get bigger and turn into a teddy bear. "Maybe she'll become a little flame thrower."
Rosie pointed to the flame and smiled at the shape of the bear that it took. "Teddy!" She cried out happily.
Bobby glared at Pyro, reaching out with just enough frost to extinguish the flame. "Cut it out John, you don't want the kid getting burned do you?!"
John shrugged. "Sorreeee. Don't be so jealous Ice-boy." He mocked, making a face at Bobby.
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Would you guys stop it? You're so immature."
Bobby took his gaze away from John and looked back at the t.v. Pyro stood abrubtly and started to leave the room. "This is so bogus, you guys are no fun." He stalked out of the rec room, leaving Bobby and Rogue alone with Rosie.
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