Ok, here we go again, lmao. Not gonna bore you with junk I don't wanna
type, so let's go on with it.
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"So where is he?" Logan growled. Charles Xavier looked at him, wondering why Logan was volunteering to go look for the boy that had pulled them out of the mall, where two humans had died from high allergies to the smoke that had filled it and stayed there for two days. Also for two days Xavier had been looking for the boy, who had obviously been a mutant. But it had been almost impossible to find him, the brainwaves emitting from him had been mutant, but they were very faint, though he was right near Westchester, in it in fact.
"He is in the bar downtown," he said. Logan's eyes went wide, he hadn't expected the mutant to be that close. Logan turned to leave when Xavier cleared his throat, and the Canadian turned to look at him expectantly.
"Yeah?" he said gruffly.
"Er, Logan, take it easy, if he chooses not to come to the school, don't force him." Xavier said hesitantly. Logan nodded and left.
Half an hour later Logan entered the small bar and looked around for the kid with the strange kid, who he could not find for a while. Finally, after ordering a beer and searching around, he located the teen in the very back, his back to the room.
As Logan approached he could hear the kid muttering under his breath, and he could see green and black smoke that covered the table like an eerie miniature fog. As Logan watched the smoke leapt up and formed different shapes, in wonderful detail and slowly rotating. It was amazing to watch as the kid seemed to be observing the shapes he was creating with the smoke. There were ghost men strutting around the table, cars, buildings, they all moved and disappeared in turns, some would rise off the table and fly around, leaving faint traces of smoke in their wake.
Logan suddenly took a seat by the teen, and he looked up startled, the shadow figures disappearing immediately into the smoke at the bottom. The teen starred at him in a mixture of amazement and fear, but quickly pulled his face into an expression of uncaring as he put his feet up on the table. Logan took a long look at the teen as he raised the smoke into some towers and buildings.
"So, you come here often?" Logan said, not sure of how to talk to him. Ink nodded slowly and then pulled out a cigarette and lighter. Lighting the cigarette the kid pulled out and offered it to Logan, who took it and let the kid light it to.
"I come here once in a while," The teen said.
"A bit young, aren't you? How old are yeh?" Logan asked. This kid's age was as hard to place as his gender.
"I'm old enough. Now what are you here for?"
"Teh ask you why those big brutes were after your blood." Logan said. Suddenly Ink's face got hard and he glared at the older man, the smoke on the table fell flat and shapeless. Logan was a tough guy, but even he was uneasy after a moment of starring into the cold green eyes, which seemed to be yellow and green in the dim bar light..
"Sorry," he grunted.
"Why don't you mind your own business, and head back ta that fancy school of yours. Jus because ya live up doesn't mean you have the right to get into other people's lives and personal business." He snapped. Logan was at loss for words for a moment, he hadn't expected Ink to know about the school or get upset at the mention of a couple teens that were ready to kill him.
"Sorry," Logan grunted.
"If you don't mind, leave." He said shortly.
"You're a weird kid, yeh know that?" Logan said. Ink scowled at him and the smoke on the table rose to form one word that made Logan chuckle. 'Bye' was starring at him in green and black, and then it swirled upwards and burst apart right in Logan's face, fading away into the air and leaving a faint smoke in front of the Canadian.
"Please go." Ink repeated, the smoke on the table coming up into an arrow pointing at the door.
"Why should I? This little show is pretty fun teh watch," Logan said, leaning back and putting his hands behind his head. Ink glared at him for a moment, when suddenly the two mutants heard a tapping at the window next to the table. Looking through the grimy windows Logan saw a little kid, no older than eight, banging on the glass and mouthing something. Ink jumped up, the smoke on the table vanishing into his fingers like a vacuum. With one last glance at the kid outside Ink spun around and left.
Intrigued, Logan followed him outside, being careful not to be seen or heard by Ink or the child he was now addressing.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Ink said loudly.
"Belle was being bossy again," the child pouted. Ink rolled his eyes and then grabbed the boy's hand, looking around and then walking into the woods behind the bar. Now Logan was really interested and he followed the pair through the woods for about five minutes, when suddenly he heard more voices ahead. Ink dropped the kid's hand and turned to look at him.
"You stay here for a moment Ben, come after the nuclear explosion, k?" Ink said, a faint smile on his lips. The little boy nodded and watched Ink leave. After a moment the he looked around, and Logan ducked behind a tree to avoid being seen.
"Who's there?" the child asked. Logan would have smacked himself if it wouldn't have made a sound, and tried to stay still with the hope that the boy would drop it. He didn't.
"I know there's a person out there, please come out or I'll call Ink, and he doesn't like strangers." Logan sighed heavily and stepped out. Ben seem unsurprised at him being there, on the contrary he grinned. "You're from the school!" he said happily.
"Yeah, an who're you?" Logan asked.
"My full name is Benjamin James Mont, but I'm usually jus Ben." The little boy said, looking proud at himself for remembering his name.
"Yeah? And how do you know about the school? You live 'round here?" Logan said.
"Well, now. But don't tell Ink I watched the school, he wouldn't like that." Ben said.
"Huh?" Logan said, raising an eyebrow. The kid seemed to get sad all of a sudden.
"Ink says that we cant have a home, like at the school, he says that only rich people have homes, and we're lucky enough to have food. Ink says-" But suddenly Ink appeared again, took one look at Logan and Ben talking, and grabbed the child, picking him up and backing away.
"What are you doing, talking to him?" The teen demanded angrily. Ben looked down.
"Hey kid," Logan said cheerfully. Ink glared at him.
"What the bloody hell are you doing here? Get out afore I have to hurtcha!" Ink said loudly, then he turned and arched through the woods, ignoring Ben, who had started to howl and cry.
"But he's my friend! No!" the little boy cried. It made it all the more easier for Logan to follow, but he had barely gone any further into the woods when suddenly it opened up into a small clearing. The sight startled the man, he had expected something like a tent or something, but this was pathetic.
Dirty, torn rags were placed on the ground and a small campfire was going, illuminating a bit of several dirty pots and pans, which had two old backpacks leaning against them. Nine dirty children, ranging in ages from four to about ten, were sitting around, and they looked up, alarmed, as Logan entered the clearing. Ink was no where in sight, but soon he came up still holding Ben and having two girls, one about six, the other looked about twelve were following him. They froze when they laid eyes on the man.
Ink seemed to be both furious and scared at the same time, and he dropped Ben immediately and reached into his pocket, flicking out a long knife.
"I said get outta here!" he shouted. Then he turned to the children. "Well? Go on! Run!" Immediately all of the children leapt up and ran into the woods in separate directions.
"No! Wait! I don't wanna hurt you!" Logan said, holding up his hands. But the children were already gone, and Ink was backing up slowly, holding the knife out in front of him and looking dangerous.
"You ever come here again and I'll kill ya," the teen growled. Then he to disappeared into the woods.
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*Sigh* well that was kinda weird to write. Please r&r so I can keep this going. And if I stop for a while it means I have writers block, so you'll have to wait it out.
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"So where is he?" Logan growled. Charles Xavier looked at him, wondering why Logan was volunteering to go look for the boy that had pulled them out of the mall, where two humans had died from high allergies to the smoke that had filled it and stayed there for two days. Also for two days Xavier had been looking for the boy, who had obviously been a mutant. But it had been almost impossible to find him, the brainwaves emitting from him had been mutant, but they were very faint, though he was right near Westchester, in it in fact.
"He is in the bar downtown," he said. Logan's eyes went wide, he hadn't expected the mutant to be that close. Logan turned to leave when Xavier cleared his throat, and the Canadian turned to look at him expectantly.
"Yeah?" he said gruffly.
"Er, Logan, take it easy, if he chooses not to come to the school, don't force him." Xavier said hesitantly. Logan nodded and left.
Half an hour later Logan entered the small bar and looked around for the kid with the strange kid, who he could not find for a while. Finally, after ordering a beer and searching around, he located the teen in the very back, his back to the room.
As Logan approached he could hear the kid muttering under his breath, and he could see green and black smoke that covered the table like an eerie miniature fog. As Logan watched the smoke leapt up and formed different shapes, in wonderful detail and slowly rotating. It was amazing to watch as the kid seemed to be observing the shapes he was creating with the smoke. There were ghost men strutting around the table, cars, buildings, they all moved and disappeared in turns, some would rise off the table and fly around, leaving faint traces of smoke in their wake.
Logan suddenly took a seat by the teen, and he looked up startled, the shadow figures disappearing immediately into the smoke at the bottom. The teen starred at him in a mixture of amazement and fear, but quickly pulled his face into an expression of uncaring as he put his feet up on the table. Logan took a long look at the teen as he raised the smoke into some towers and buildings.
"So, you come here often?" Logan said, not sure of how to talk to him. Ink nodded slowly and then pulled out a cigarette and lighter. Lighting the cigarette the kid pulled out and offered it to Logan, who took it and let the kid light it to.
"I come here once in a while," The teen said.
"A bit young, aren't you? How old are yeh?" Logan asked. This kid's age was as hard to place as his gender.
"I'm old enough. Now what are you here for?"
"Teh ask you why those big brutes were after your blood." Logan said. Suddenly Ink's face got hard and he glared at the older man, the smoke on the table fell flat and shapeless. Logan was a tough guy, but even he was uneasy after a moment of starring into the cold green eyes, which seemed to be yellow and green in the dim bar light..
"Sorry," he grunted.
"Why don't you mind your own business, and head back ta that fancy school of yours. Jus because ya live up doesn't mean you have the right to get into other people's lives and personal business." He snapped. Logan was at loss for words for a moment, he hadn't expected Ink to know about the school or get upset at the mention of a couple teens that were ready to kill him.
"Sorry," Logan grunted.
"If you don't mind, leave." He said shortly.
"You're a weird kid, yeh know that?" Logan said. Ink scowled at him and the smoke on the table rose to form one word that made Logan chuckle. 'Bye' was starring at him in green and black, and then it swirled upwards and burst apart right in Logan's face, fading away into the air and leaving a faint smoke in front of the Canadian.
"Please go." Ink repeated, the smoke on the table coming up into an arrow pointing at the door.
"Why should I? This little show is pretty fun teh watch," Logan said, leaning back and putting his hands behind his head. Ink glared at him for a moment, when suddenly the two mutants heard a tapping at the window next to the table. Looking through the grimy windows Logan saw a little kid, no older than eight, banging on the glass and mouthing something. Ink jumped up, the smoke on the table vanishing into his fingers like a vacuum. With one last glance at the kid outside Ink spun around and left.
Intrigued, Logan followed him outside, being careful not to be seen or heard by Ink or the child he was now addressing.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Ink said loudly.
"Belle was being bossy again," the child pouted. Ink rolled his eyes and then grabbed the boy's hand, looking around and then walking into the woods behind the bar. Now Logan was really interested and he followed the pair through the woods for about five minutes, when suddenly he heard more voices ahead. Ink dropped the kid's hand and turned to look at him.
"You stay here for a moment Ben, come after the nuclear explosion, k?" Ink said, a faint smile on his lips. The little boy nodded and watched Ink leave. After a moment the he looked around, and Logan ducked behind a tree to avoid being seen.
"Who's there?" the child asked. Logan would have smacked himself if it wouldn't have made a sound, and tried to stay still with the hope that the boy would drop it. He didn't.
"I know there's a person out there, please come out or I'll call Ink, and he doesn't like strangers." Logan sighed heavily and stepped out. Ben seem unsurprised at him being there, on the contrary he grinned. "You're from the school!" he said happily.
"Yeah, an who're you?" Logan asked.
"My full name is Benjamin James Mont, but I'm usually jus Ben." The little boy said, looking proud at himself for remembering his name.
"Yeah? And how do you know about the school? You live 'round here?" Logan said.
"Well, now. But don't tell Ink I watched the school, he wouldn't like that." Ben said.
"Huh?" Logan said, raising an eyebrow. The kid seemed to get sad all of a sudden.
"Ink says that we cant have a home, like at the school, he says that only rich people have homes, and we're lucky enough to have food. Ink says-" But suddenly Ink appeared again, took one look at Logan and Ben talking, and grabbed the child, picking him up and backing away.
"What are you doing, talking to him?" The teen demanded angrily. Ben looked down.
"Hey kid," Logan said cheerfully. Ink glared at him.
"What the bloody hell are you doing here? Get out afore I have to hurtcha!" Ink said loudly, then he turned and arched through the woods, ignoring Ben, who had started to howl and cry.
"But he's my friend! No!" the little boy cried. It made it all the more easier for Logan to follow, but he had barely gone any further into the woods when suddenly it opened up into a small clearing. The sight startled the man, he had expected something like a tent or something, but this was pathetic.
Dirty, torn rags were placed on the ground and a small campfire was going, illuminating a bit of several dirty pots and pans, which had two old backpacks leaning against them. Nine dirty children, ranging in ages from four to about ten, were sitting around, and they looked up, alarmed, as Logan entered the clearing. Ink was no where in sight, but soon he came up still holding Ben and having two girls, one about six, the other looked about twelve were following him. They froze when they laid eyes on the man.
Ink seemed to be both furious and scared at the same time, and he dropped Ben immediately and reached into his pocket, flicking out a long knife.
"I said get outta here!" he shouted. Then he turned to the children. "Well? Go on! Run!" Immediately all of the children leapt up and ran into the woods in separate directions.
"No! Wait! I don't wanna hurt you!" Logan said, holding up his hands. But the children were already gone, and Ink was backing up slowly, holding the knife out in front of him and looking dangerous.
"You ever come here again and I'll kill ya," the teen growled. Then he to disappeared into the woods.
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*Sigh* well that was kinda weird to write. Please r&r so I can keep this going. And if I stop for a while it means I have writers block, so you'll have to wait it out.