The colored leaves of autumn briskly rolled about the grounds of the
Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters. Rain had been threatening to pour
down all day and now that the evening was rolling in, the chances were more
against them. Logan sat in his room staring blankly out the window as
though he were searching the sky for answers. A soft knock on his door
interrupted his thoughts.
"Come in." He called out. The door opened slowly and the former X23 walked in with worry written on her face.
"Hey Logan." She greeted him as she brushed her brown hair out of her face, "You feeling alright."
"Yea, I'm fine." He lied to her.
"You haven't seemed fine in a couple of weeks." She replied as she leaned against the window frame.
"I've been having these dreams.about this woman."
"Who?"
"I don't know, but I do know." Logan tried explaining, "She's crying for me to help her."
"Have you talked to the professor?" she asked him.
"I keep thinking I'll be able to figure it out over time," Logan said, "but I keep getting more and more confused by these dreams."
"Are they all the same?"
"No," Logan said.
"Maybe she's someone from your past." X23 suggested, "Before the experiment."
"I wish I knew." Logan said, "Shouldn't you be studying, you are actually attending high school now you know."
"I was just taking a break." She smiled as she stood up.
"Well don't worry about me, I'll figure it out." Logan said to her.
"The professor can help you know." She said on her way out. Logan watched her walk away, still left in thoughts of his dreams.
The rain that would be pouring down in Bayville, currently, was pouring down in the Canadian town of Drummondville. A woman ran for her life through the muck and mud created by the rain. She ran toward a tree and swiftly rose to its branches as a pack of dogs made their way closer to her. She caught her breath for a moment as she focused her thoughts on something.
"Damn it." She cursed as she looked behind her to see how far ahead she was. Seeing that it wasn't much, she felt her options growing smaller. Off in the distance she heard a train horn blowing. She quickly ran and leapt off the branch catching her foot in the mud on the fall. She struggled for a few moments desperately trying to pull herself from the trap. She saw the dogs approaching her as she pulled her leg out; she threw herself forward to give herself some sort of head way. She ran as fast as her legs could move heading towards the train. She made it out of the forest, but unknowingly took a spill down a steep hill at the edge of the forest. The fall helped her gain some head on her pursuers, but her tumble came to an end against a fence. Once she hit the fence she jumped up and grabbed onto the top and pulled herself over it, and again falling into the mud. She quickly got up and ran towards the train tracks. She focused her thoughts again as she raced towards the tracks.
"Got one." She smiled as she ran. Her would be captors took their go at the fence as they watched their target take to the sky. Fearing that she would escape one tracker fired 4 shots into the sky. The first three missed but the last one caught her side. She lost her standing in the sky as she felt the bullet hit her side. She closed her eyes as she fell towards the earth. A few seconds later, she fell through the top of a train car and landed on its floor.
Logan shot up in his bed, covered in sweat and shaking quite a bit. He looked out the window to see the lightening flash outside. Realizing that it had only been a dream he slowly got up out of his bed and walked out of his room. He slowly walked down the hallway taking in the peacefulness of the school at this hour. Knowing that there were only a few souls awake, he made his way towards the kitchen hoping to find something that might clear his mind. He walked into the kitchen to find Beast sitting at the table reading a book.
"Isn't it a bit late for literature?" Logan asked as he sat down across from him.
"Ah, my friend, it is never too late for a Midsummer Nights Dream." Beast replied, "What brings you out at this hour?"
"Couldn't sleep," He answered as he looked out the window, "Give me some advice, Hank," Logan started, but was quickly interrupted by the sound of the door bell.
"Now who could that be at this hour?" Hanks said as he and Logan stood up to go to the door.
"It better not be any more of those damn kids from the school." Logan said as they walked to the door. As they made their way there, they faintly heard a soft knocking. Logan put his ability to use taking in the scent of the air. "I smell blood." Logan said as he ran ahead of Hank towards the front door. The smell had gotten stronger as he reached the door, and so had the storm. Logan opened the door and immediately caught the knocker in his arms. Logan brushed the mess of mud and hair away from the face to reveal the woman from Logan's dreams, "She's covered in her own blood!" He panicked.
"Get her to the med lab." Hank said, "I'm going for the professor." The two went their separate ways. Logan picked up the fallen traveler and ran towards the elevators that would take him to the med lab. Once there he laid her on a table, he lifted up her shirt to find a large gun shot wound to her side. Looking at it, he was immediately hit with the vision of what had happened in his dream.
"Who are you?" he whispered to the woman who was fighting to stay conscious. Her eyes began to roll as she tried to speak.
"Lane," She barely whispered, "James, help them." She weakly reached up, placed her hand on his cheek, and tried desperately to focus on something, but her efforts were in vein of the unconsciousness over taking her. Just then, Hank and Charles rushed in and Hank began to check the woman's vital stats.
"She," Logan hesitated for a moment trying to collect himself, "she has a gun shot wound on her right side." Logan moved back to let the doctor work, but he never let his eyes stray from her.
"Logan," The professor said as he moved towards him, "Do you know this woman?"
"I've been having dreams about her on and off for a few weeks." Logan replied as he watched Hank remove her shirt so he could wash the wound on her side. As he pulled off her shirt a chain came off around her neck and both were discarded to the ground. Logan walked forward and picked up the chain. Logan swallowed hard when he realized the tags on them were identical to his. The only differences were the names and numbers on them.
"What's her name?" Charles asked. Logan was silent as he looked at tags then at the woman.
"Her name is Kristine." Logan said.
Minutes turned into hours that Logan kept watch over this woman. He tried so hard to figure out where this woman fit into his past, or if she even did. Those hours turned into days that Kristine's condition stayed critical and almost a week had passed before she had started to show any sign of recovery. Her eyes fluttered open as bright lights came into her view. She tensed as she tried to figure out where she had ended up.
"Kristine." A voice came from the other side of her.
"What happened?" She weakly asked as she slowly pushed her brown hair out of her face.
"That's what I was hoping you could tell me." The professor said to her. She looked at him for a moment, and he gave her a baffled look.
"You're a telepath, why didn't you just read my mind?"
"Because I didn't have your permission," He replied with a smile. Kristine pushed herself up and clutched her side, "You have a gun shot wound on your side, you need to take it easy."
"Lane! James!" She said as she panicked, "I have to get to them." She swung her legs over the side and attempted to stand up. The professor took her hand and helped her stand, "Oh GOD, they could be dead already." She started to panic more.
"Calm down." Charles assured her, "We'll find them." Kristine found her clothing that had once been muddy, were clean and folded on a chair next to the backpack, which she had carried. She looked at them for a moment as she again focused her attention on something.
"There are so many here, finding the right one." Kristine said as she searched the mansion for a mutant ability that would be right for her. As she found the one that she needed, her eyes and face were washed over with a look of disbelief, "It can't be."
"Is there something wrong?" Charles asked her. Kristine turned to him and her wounds healed within seconds. "It depends on who you're looking for." Charles half confirmed. Kristine limped over to the chair where her clothes laid, then moved behind a curtain to change.
"Please take me to him." Kristine asked of the professor. The professor nodded then led the injured traveler out of the med lab.
A few minutes later Kristine and the Professor were on the main levels. They walked off the elevator to and made their way down a long hall way. Off in the distance a figure stalked towards them. Kristine stopped in her tracks as she watched Logan come closer. Tears of an unknown emotion began to stream down her face. Once Logan came face to face with her, he took notice how much shorter she was from him.
"How do you feel?" Logan asked. Kristine focused on him again; Logan gave her a confused look, "Did you just tap into my power?"
"I did. I'll be just fine in time." Kristine half smiled.
"We have a lot to talk about."
"We do?" Kristine asked, "Because I've been under the impression you were dead for the last 15 years."
"What made you think that?"
"S.H.I.E.L.D." Kristine replied
"Kristine, I'm going to see if I can locate your children. I'll call for you when I've found them." The professor told them before he left them.
"Let's go outside." Logan replied half confused
"I don't have a lot of time; I have to get back to Canada." Kristine revealed as they walked out the back door.
"Why?"
"My children; our children have been taken by a group that calls themselves Hydra."
"Come in." He called out. The door opened slowly and the former X23 walked in with worry written on her face.
"Hey Logan." She greeted him as she brushed her brown hair out of her face, "You feeling alright."
"Yea, I'm fine." He lied to her.
"You haven't seemed fine in a couple of weeks." She replied as she leaned against the window frame.
"I've been having these dreams.about this woman."
"Who?"
"I don't know, but I do know." Logan tried explaining, "She's crying for me to help her."
"Have you talked to the professor?" she asked him.
"I keep thinking I'll be able to figure it out over time," Logan said, "but I keep getting more and more confused by these dreams."
"Are they all the same?"
"No," Logan said.
"Maybe she's someone from your past." X23 suggested, "Before the experiment."
"I wish I knew." Logan said, "Shouldn't you be studying, you are actually attending high school now you know."
"I was just taking a break." She smiled as she stood up.
"Well don't worry about me, I'll figure it out." Logan said to her.
"The professor can help you know." She said on her way out. Logan watched her walk away, still left in thoughts of his dreams.
The rain that would be pouring down in Bayville, currently, was pouring down in the Canadian town of Drummondville. A woman ran for her life through the muck and mud created by the rain. She ran toward a tree and swiftly rose to its branches as a pack of dogs made their way closer to her. She caught her breath for a moment as she focused her thoughts on something.
"Damn it." She cursed as she looked behind her to see how far ahead she was. Seeing that it wasn't much, she felt her options growing smaller. Off in the distance she heard a train horn blowing. She quickly ran and leapt off the branch catching her foot in the mud on the fall. She struggled for a few moments desperately trying to pull herself from the trap. She saw the dogs approaching her as she pulled her leg out; she threw herself forward to give herself some sort of head way. She ran as fast as her legs could move heading towards the train. She made it out of the forest, but unknowingly took a spill down a steep hill at the edge of the forest. The fall helped her gain some head on her pursuers, but her tumble came to an end against a fence. Once she hit the fence she jumped up and grabbed onto the top and pulled herself over it, and again falling into the mud. She quickly got up and ran towards the train tracks. She focused her thoughts again as she raced towards the tracks.
"Got one." She smiled as she ran. Her would be captors took their go at the fence as they watched their target take to the sky. Fearing that she would escape one tracker fired 4 shots into the sky. The first three missed but the last one caught her side. She lost her standing in the sky as she felt the bullet hit her side. She closed her eyes as she fell towards the earth. A few seconds later, she fell through the top of a train car and landed on its floor.
Logan shot up in his bed, covered in sweat and shaking quite a bit. He looked out the window to see the lightening flash outside. Realizing that it had only been a dream he slowly got up out of his bed and walked out of his room. He slowly walked down the hallway taking in the peacefulness of the school at this hour. Knowing that there were only a few souls awake, he made his way towards the kitchen hoping to find something that might clear his mind. He walked into the kitchen to find Beast sitting at the table reading a book.
"Isn't it a bit late for literature?" Logan asked as he sat down across from him.
"Ah, my friend, it is never too late for a Midsummer Nights Dream." Beast replied, "What brings you out at this hour?"
"Couldn't sleep," He answered as he looked out the window, "Give me some advice, Hank," Logan started, but was quickly interrupted by the sound of the door bell.
"Now who could that be at this hour?" Hanks said as he and Logan stood up to go to the door.
"It better not be any more of those damn kids from the school." Logan said as they walked to the door. As they made their way there, they faintly heard a soft knocking. Logan put his ability to use taking in the scent of the air. "I smell blood." Logan said as he ran ahead of Hank towards the front door. The smell had gotten stronger as he reached the door, and so had the storm. Logan opened the door and immediately caught the knocker in his arms. Logan brushed the mess of mud and hair away from the face to reveal the woman from Logan's dreams, "She's covered in her own blood!" He panicked.
"Get her to the med lab." Hank said, "I'm going for the professor." The two went their separate ways. Logan picked up the fallen traveler and ran towards the elevators that would take him to the med lab. Once there he laid her on a table, he lifted up her shirt to find a large gun shot wound to her side. Looking at it, he was immediately hit with the vision of what had happened in his dream.
"Who are you?" he whispered to the woman who was fighting to stay conscious. Her eyes began to roll as she tried to speak.
"Lane," She barely whispered, "James, help them." She weakly reached up, placed her hand on his cheek, and tried desperately to focus on something, but her efforts were in vein of the unconsciousness over taking her. Just then, Hank and Charles rushed in and Hank began to check the woman's vital stats.
"She," Logan hesitated for a moment trying to collect himself, "she has a gun shot wound on her right side." Logan moved back to let the doctor work, but he never let his eyes stray from her.
"Logan," The professor said as he moved towards him, "Do you know this woman?"
"I've been having dreams about her on and off for a few weeks." Logan replied as he watched Hank remove her shirt so he could wash the wound on her side. As he pulled off her shirt a chain came off around her neck and both were discarded to the ground. Logan walked forward and picked up the chain. Logan swallowed hard when he realized the tags on them were identical to his. The only differences were the names and numbers on them.
"What's her name?" Charles asked. Logan was silent as he looked at tags then at the woman.
"Her name is Kristine." Logan said.
Minutes turned into hours that Logan kept watch over this woman. He tried so hard to figure out where this woman fit into his past, or if she even did. Those hours turned into days that Kristine's condition stayed critical and almost a week had passed before she had started to show any sign of recovery. Her eyes fluttered open as bright lights came into her view. She tensed as she tried to figure out where she had ended up.
"Kristine." A voice came from the other side of her.
"What happened?" She weakly asked as she slowly pushed her brown hair out of her face.
"That's what I was hoping you could tell me." The professor said to her. She looked at him for a moment, and he gave her a baffled look.
"You're a telepath, why didn't you just read my mind?"
"Because I didn't have your permission," He replied with a smile. Kristine pushed herself up and clutched her side, "You have a gun shot wound on your side, you need to take it easy."
"Lane! James!" She said as she panicked, "I have to get to them." She swung her legs over the side and attempted to stand up. The professor took her hand and helped her stand, "Oh GOD, they could be dead already." She started to panic more.
"Calm down." Charles assured her, "We'll find them." Kristine found her clothing that had once been muddy, were clean and folded on a chair next to the backpack, which she had carried. She looked at them for a moment as she again focused her attention on something.
"There are so many here, finding the right one." Kristine said as she searched the mansion for a mutant ability that would be right for her. As she found the one that she needed, her eyes and face were washed over with a look of disbelief, "It can't be."
"Is there something wrong?" Charles asked her. Kristine turned to him and her wounds healed within seconds. "It depends on who you're looking for." Charles half confirmed. Kristine limped over to the chair where her clothes laid, then moved behind a curtain to change.
"Please take me to him." Kristine asked of the professor. The professor nodded then led the injured traveler out of the med lab.
A few minutes later Kristine and the Professor were on the main levels. They walked off the elevator to and made their way down a long hall way. Off in the distance a figure stalked towards them. Kristine stopped in her tracks as she watched Logan come closer. Tears of an unknown emotion began to stream down her face. Once Logan came face to face with her, he took notice how much shorter she was from him.
"How do you feel?" Logan asked. Kristine focused on him again; Logan gave her a confused look, "Did you just tap into my power?"
"I did. I'll be just fine in time." Kristine half smiled.
"We have a lot to talk about."
"We do?" Kristine asked, "Because I've been under the impression you were dead for the last 15 years."
"What made you think that?"
"S.H.I.E.L.D." Kristine replied
"Kristine, I'm going to see if I can locate your children. I'll call for you when I've found them." The professor told them before he left them.
"Let's go outside." Logan replied half confused
"I don't have a lot of time; I have to get back to Canada." Kristine revealed as they walked out the back door.
"Why?"
"My children; our children have been taken by a group that calls themselves Hydra."