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Wolverine's Discovery
Wolverine was riding his motorcycle down the highway, when he suddenly saw a flash. Then things suddenly got cold. Wolverine headed for where the flash and blast came from.
When Wolverine got to the clearing, he found four people dead, and it looked like they were cut twenty times each with a dagger, but then, it didn't make sense, he would have heard someone scream.
Wolverine sniffed around and discovered a scent, besides blood. It was a new smell, probably a person he never met before. That's not a surprise. No one he knew kills with daggers.
Wolverine left his bike in the clearing, and tracked the smell on foot.
The smell was getting stronger, when he looked up ahead, he saw a stream.
Wolverine growled. Now he would lose the smell. Wait. Sniff, sniff. They didn't go through the stream, they went along side it.
Wolverine started jogging now. Closer and closer he drew, stronger and stronger the smell became. Now he could finally identify it. It smelled like.ice. Ice? How could someone smell like ice? Only one way to find out, though Wolverine.
Wolverine, being absorbed in the smell, didn't notice that though in the middle of summer, there was an ice ridge on the edge of the water.
Wolverine finally couldn't bear it any longer. The smell of ice for so long made his nose sting when he sniffed. Especially when he smelled ice.
So, he started to turn back, when he saw a flash of light blue go over the hill farther on. He wouldn't need to smell now.
Wolverine now ran. He wanted to know why he killed those four innocent people back there. He wanted to know why he smelled of ice, and why does he use daggers? Answers lie over the hill.
Finally, Wolverine got over that hill to see him staring back at him. Only.
"Why did you follow me?"
"You're female?!!" asked Wolverine, shocked.
She put her hands on her hips and said, sarcastically, "Really."
"Grrrr- why did you kill those people?"
"Lets just say they got annoying with all their questions and really ticked me off."
"How did you kill them? You can't throw twenty daggers at everyone at the same time. No one even uses daggers anymore. And why the heck do you smell like ice?"
""Lots of questions, not many answers. This is the way the world is meant to be. To answer one, I didn't throw daggers."
"What then?"
"Ice."
"Ice?"
"Yes."
"One: it's summer so you can't carry ice. Two: There was no water so you couldn't have it freezed. Three: Ice doesn't look like daggers. Four: you're started to tick me off."
"Can't have that now can we? I'll show you how I did it though, ok?"
She called, "Shards of Winter!" and then blew something out of her hand.
Twenty-five shard of ice flew at Wolverine who dodged as many as he could, but one sliced a little of his arm.
"Hurts don't it?"
Something suddenly clicked in his mind. One word explained it all, ice in summer, shards of ice appearing in her hand, killing people for ticking her off. No one normal could do that. Mutant flashed like a beacon in his mind. Big flash.
"Look, you can't go around killing people. Let me help you instead."
The woman raised her eyebrows. "And what can you do about that?"
"I used to do it myself. But then someone helped me. There is a place that can help you get through this. People like you who have gotten past their problems."
Obviously he thinks I'm like him or something. Boy is he wrong.
"The Xavier Institute is a place where you can stay and discover more about what you can do."
Xavier Institute. Fortune had struck. Exactly where she need to go.
"You really know, don't you."
"Yes, I do. All you have to do is come with me."
Wolverine held out his hand. She took it.
"What's your name anyway?"
"Toshandi. Yours?"
"Wolverine. Lets head back to that clearing, shall we?"
Twenty minutes later they were heading up Xavier's driveway.
"This is the place?" asked Toshandi.
"Yup."
"Wolverine, who is this?" asked the Professor, wheeling out of the Institute.
"This is Toshandi, Charles. A new student of yours. Toshandi, this is the Professor."
The Professor nodded to Toshandi, but gave Wolverine a slightly puzzled look. But Wolverine suspected nothing, and Toshandi got off his motorcycle so he could go park it in the garage.
"Come on in," said the Professor.
Toshandi followed him in. She was surprised at what she found. Of course she didn't show it, but she didn't think the Xavier Institute could afford things like this.
They passed no one on their way. School maybe? Or training lessons. Remembering her own, Toshandi smiled. They probably didn't have to block blows that could kill you if you didn't do it right. Or survive on the Artic tundra alone with no contact. Training she almost didn't survive. But it was worth it, it was worth it. One of her friends didn't survive, but her heart was incased in ice, it seemed, so she just thought of her as weak.
The Professor led them into a room where one other person was. She had red hair, and looked about high school age.
"Toshandi, this is Jean. Jean, this is Toshandi, a new student."
"Shouldn't we call the other students, Professor?"
"Of course."
Suddenly someone appeared right next to the Professor, and then someone walked through the wall. Toshandi's eye's widened in surprise, but nothing more. Several more kids walked through the doorway, along with one adult, who had white hair.
"So, what brings you to the Xavier Institute, Toshandi?" asked the white haired one.
"She's a mutant, Storm. I discovered her on my ride back," said Wolverine, walking in the doorway.
Everyone stared at the person in front of them. Her? This silver eyed, light blue haired, girl?
I know Wolverine might seem a little OOC, but I think you can live with that. R&R of course!! ((((
The Hidden One
Wolverine's Discovery
Wolverine was riding his motorcycle down the highway, when he suddenly saw a flash. Then things suddenly got cold. Wolverine headed for where the flash and blast came from.
When Wolverine got to the clearing, he found four people dead, and it looked like they were cut twenty times each with a dagger, but then, it didn't make sense, he would have heard someone scream.
Wolverine sniffed around and discovered a scent, besides blood. It was a new smell, probably a person he never met before. That's not a surprise. No one he knew kills with daggers.
Wolverine left his bike in the clearing, and tracked the smell on foot.
The smell was getting stronger, when he looked up ahead, he saw a stream.
Wolverine growled. Now he would lose the smell. Wait. Sniff, sniff. They didn't go through the stream, they went along side it.
Wolverine started jogging now. Closer and closer he drew, stronger and stronger the smell became. Now he could finally identify it. It smelled like.ice. Ice? How could someone smell like ice? Only one way to find out, though Wolverine.
Wolverine, being absorbed in the smell, didn't notice that though in the middle of summer, there was an ice ridge on the edge of the water.
Wolverine finally couldn't bear it any longer. The smell of ice for so long made his nose sting when he sniffed. Especially when he smelled ice.
So, he started to turn back, when he saw a flash of light blue go over the hill farther on. He wouldn't need to smell now.
Wolverine now ran. He wanted to know why he killed those four innocent people back there. He wanted to know why he smelled of ice, and why does he use daggers? Answers lie over the hill.
Finally, Wolverine got over that hill to see him staring back at him. Only.
"Why did you follow me?"
"You're female?!!" asked Wolverine, shocked.
She put her hands on her hips and said, sarcastically, "Really."
"Grrrr- why did you kill those people?"
"Lets just say they got annoying with all their questions and really ticked me off."
"How did you kill them? You can't throw twenty daggers at everyone at the same time. No one even uses daggers anymore. And why the heck do you smell like ice?"
""Lots of questions, not many answers. This is the way the world is meant to be. To answer one, I didn't throw daggers."
"What then?"
"Ice."
"Ice?"
"Yes."
"One: it's summer so you can't carry ice. Two: There was no water so you couldn't have it freezed. Three: Ice doesn't look like daggers. Four: you're started to tick me off."
"Can't have that now can we? I'll show you how I did it though, ok?"
She called, "Shards of Winter!" and then blew something out of her hand.
Twenty-five shard of ice flew at Wolverine who dodged as many as he could, but one sliced a little of his arm.
"Hurts don't it?"
Something suddenly clicked in his mind. One word explained it all, ice in summer, shards of ice appearing in her hand, killing people for ticking her off. No one normal could do that. Mutant flashed like a beacon in his mind. Big flash.
"Look, you can't go around killing people. Let me help you instead."
The woman raised her eyebrows. "And what can you do about that?"
"I used to do it myself. But then someone helped me. There is a place that can help you get through this. People like you who have gotten past their problems."
Obviously he thinks I'm like him or something. Boy is he wrong.
"The Xavier Institute is a place where you can stay and discover more about what you can do."
Xavier Institute. Fortune had struck. Exactly where she need to go.
"You really know, don't you."
"Yes, I do. All you have to do is come with me."
Wolverine held out his hand. She took it.
"What's your name anyway?"
"Toshandi. Yours?"
"Wolverine. Lets head back to that clearing, shall we?"
Twenty minutes later they were heading up Xavier's driveway.
"This is the place?" asked Toshandi.
"Yup."
"Wolverine, who is this?" asked the Professor, wheeling out of the Institute.
"This is Toshandi, Charles. A new student of yours. Toshandi, this is the Professor."
The Professor nodded to Toshandi, but gave Wolverine a slightly puzzled look. But Wolverine suspected nothing, and Toshandi got off his motorcycle so he could go park it in the garage.
"Come on in," said the Professor.
Toshandi followed him in. She was surprised at what she found. Of course she didn't show it, but she didn't think the Xavier Institute could afford things like this.
They passed no one on their way. School maybe? Or training lessons. Remembering her own, Toshandi smiled. They probably didn't have to block blows that could kill you if you didn't do it right. Or survive on the Artic tundra alone with no contact. Training she almost didn't survive. But it was worth it, it was worth it. One of her friends didn't survive, but her heart was incased in ice, it seemed, so she just thought of her as weak.
The Professor led them into a room where one other person was. She had red hair, and looked about high school age.
"Toshandi, this is Jean. Jean, this is Toshandi, a new student."
"Shouldn't we call the other students, Professor?"
"Of course."
Suddenly someone appeared right next to the Professor, and then someone walked through the wall. Toshandi's eye's widened in surprise, but nothing more. Several more kids walked through the doorway, along with one adult, who had white hair.
"So, what brings you to the Xavier Institute, Toshandi?" asked the white haired one.
"She's a mutant, Storm. I discovered her on my ride back," said Wolverine, walking in the doorway.
Everyone stared at the person in front of them. Her? This silver eyed, light blue haired, girl?
I know Wolverine might seem a little OOC, but I think you can live with that. R&R of course!! ((((
The Hidden One