Ch. 6
Logan walked down the empty hall toward Charles Xavier's office. A million thoughts buzzed through Logan's head as he walked down the hall. This shouldn't have happened, Logan thought. He knew what the professor had seen was a reality, but Logan should have known better. He should have known the X gene was going to come up in his bloodline, but that was before anyone even knew about mutation in people. He had thought he was the only one. He still should have known better than to leave every thing to chance.
Logan came to the end of the long hall and stopped infront of two large wooden doors. He looked at them but didn't want to go in. He knew what awaited him in there. The past, the truth. He lifted his hand to knock on the large doors but a voice from no where filled his head. "Please come in Logan, I'm not busy." Xavier said cheerfully. Logan let out a long sigh. I thought you might say that, Logan thought. He entered the rather large office where Charles greeted him. "Well Logan it seems we have something to discuss. Would you care to share?" "I don't know Chuck, I wouldn't know where to begin." "Try the beginning." Logan took a seat on the long Victorian style couch. Memories pored into his mind.
"Well, I guess it started a long, long, LONG time ago in a small town in northern Canada. It was the early 50's. Well 1850's at least. I'm not really sure what year exactly but it happened in the summer. It was a beautiful summer when I met her. I had been working in a mine to make some money. I was fifty years old, but had the build of a twenty-year-old. I had just recently lost someone very dear to me. It was an awful accident but like anything else I wanted to block it out. So I did. Any how, a time or two later I found myself outside of town in a little tavern when some one walked through the door. I thought I had died, she was an angel. So naturally I walked up to her to ask her name. She told me it was Caryl, just then her father walked through the door. I should have known by the way she was dressed. She came from money. Her father yelled at me to get away from her, I was just country trash. He had owned the new oil rig company he was into make the big bucks. He had forbidden be from ever speaking to his daughter again. But that didn't stop me, I would have done anything for that girl. She would go out at night and secretly meet me in the park. We planned to get married that fall, but her father would have never allowed it. So we ran. We ran far away from Alberta. We got married and started a little farm in the countryside. About three years later we had our first son, we named him Luke." "Ahh, yes Dylan. Can we get to the dream please I'm starting to understand." Xavier interrupted. "Yeah yeah I was getting to that. Another five years went by. That entire time Caryl's father had been searching for her. He'd gotten a whole mess of people searching. One night, with the help of someone from the outside, they found us. Her father demanded the death of Luke and I. I couldn't let that happen. I fought to hold them off as long as I could, but they kept coming. Then I saw him in the crowd. Creed." Logan let out a low growl of hatred. "I knew then he was the one who led him here. I had to stop him from hurting anyone else. The crowd swarmed around me, suddenly I smelled smoke. I turned, it was coming from the room of our house, and it was spreading to the field we were in. I tried to get back to my family but I couldn't get through. No one escaped in time because they were too busy trying to get to me. Actually that's not totally true. Victor, Victor and I made it out. I never imagined Luke would have either." Logan stood up and looked out the window at the students on campus. "Well Chuck I'd better get out there and get training, I haven't done anything today." "Logan, you've had a rough day. Don't push yourself too hard." "There's no such thing as too hard." With that Logan silently walked through the door leaving Xavier alone in his office.
Charles wheeled him self over to his desk and started working on some paper work. He looked up to see his paper clips spinning in little circles. MAGNETO! Xavier thought. The windows flew open and Magneto, shrouded in darkness, flew in. "Hello Charles. I couldn't help but hear that touching story. Rest assured, the boy will join our side. Father or not." "Maximus I don't know what your going to pull but please, not now! He's fragile. A lot has just been brought to his attention and he still doesn't have his powers under control!" "Charles, Charles," Magneto said with a snicker. "You forget that I don't care. If I break him, we can rebuild him." With that Magneto flew out the window and was gone. "Oh no, we cannot let this happen."
Logan walked down the empty hall toward Charles Xavier's office. A million thoughts buzzed through Logan's head as he walked down the hall. This shouldn't have happened, Logan thought. He knew what the professor had seen was a reality, but Logan should have known better. He should have known the X gene was going to come up in his bloodline, but that was before anyone even knew about mutation in people. He had thought he was the only one. He still should have known better than to leave every thing to chance.
Logan came to the end of the long hall and stopped infront of two large wooden doors. He looked at them but didn't want to go in. He knew what awaited him in there. The past, the truth. He lifted his hand to knock on the large doors but a voice from no where filled his head. "Please come in Logan, I'm not busy." Xavier said cheerfully. Logan let out a long sigh. I thought you might say that, Logan thought. He entered the rather large office where Charles greeted him. "Well Logan it seems we have something to discuss. Would you care to share?" "I don't know Chuck, I wouldn't know where to begin." "Try the beginning." Logan took a seat on the long Victorian style couch. Memories pored into his mind.
"Well, I guess it started a long, long, LONG time ago in a small town in northern Canada. It was the early 50's. Well 1850's at least. I'm not really sure what year exactly but it happened in the summer. It was a beautiful summer when I met her. I had been working in a mine to make some money. I was fifty years old, but had the build of a twenty-year-old. I had just recently lost someone very dear to me. It was an awful accident but like anything else I wanted to block it out. So I did. Any how, a time or two later I found myself outside of town in a little tavern when some one walked through the door. I thought I had died, she was an angel. So naturally I walked up to her to ask her name. She told me it was Caryl, just then her father walked through the door. I should have known by the way she was dressed. She came from money. Her father yelled at me to get away from her, I was just country trash. He had owned the new oil rig company he was into make the big bucks. He had forbidden be from ever speaking to his daughter again. But that didn't stop me, I would have done anything for that girl. She would go out at night and secretly meet me in the park. We planned to get married that fall, but her father would have never allowed it. So we ran. We ran far away from Alberta. We got married and started a little farm in the countryside. About three years later we had our first son, we named him Luke." "Ahh, yes Dylan. Can we get to the dream please I'm starting to understand." Xavier interrupted. "Yeah yeah I was getting to that. Another five years went by. That entire time Caryl's father had been searching for her. He'd gotten a whole mess of people searching. One night, with the help of someone from the outside, they found us. Her father demanded the death of Luke and I. I couldn't let that happen. I fought to hold them off as long as I could, but they kept coming. Then I saw him in the crowd. Creed." Logan let out a low growl of hatred. "I knew then he was the one who led him here. I had to stop him from hurting anyone else. The crowd swarmed around me, suddenly I smelled smoke. I turned, it was coming from the room of our house, and it was spreading to the field we were in. I tried to get back to my family but I couldn't get through. No one escaped in time because they were too busy trying to get to me. Actually that's not totally true. Victor, Victor and I made it out. I never imagined Luke would have either." Logan stood up and looked out the window at the students on campus. "Well Chuck I'd better get out there and get training, I haven't done anything today." "Logan, you've had a rough day. Don't push yourself too hard." "There's no such thing as too hard." With that Logan silently walked through the door leaving Xavier alone in his office.
Charles wheeled him self over to his desk and started working on some paper work. He looked up to see his paper clips spinning in little circles. MAGNETO! Xavier thought. The windows flew open and Magneto, shrouded in darkness, flew in. "Hello Charles. I couldn't help but hear that touching story. Rest assured, the boy will join our side. Father or not." "Maximus I don't know what your going to pull but please, not now! He's fragile. A lot has just been brought to his attention and he still doesn't have his powers under control!" "Charles, Charles," Magneto said with a snicker. "You forget that I don't care. If I break him, we can rebuild him." With that Magneto flew out the window and was gone. "Oh no, we cannot let this happen."
