Disclaimer: X-Men do not belong to me

Disclaimer: X-Men do not belong to me. It belongs to Marvel and 20th Century Fox. Any changes in characters or information from the comic book series were made for the purposes of this movie sequel. This is in about the same format as the movie novel.

Prologue

New Orleans- 1994

It was late on a Tuesday night, but no one had any intention of going to bed just yet. There were crowds of people in the street, drinking, dancing, eating. The whole city was lit up as if it were daylight, celebrating Mardi Gras.

Hidden in an alley, about the darkest place there was, crouched a boy about the age of 12. His eyes scanned the people hungrily. They were an eerie red on black, which made him feared by others, and were the reason he had to do this today. He picked out one, a short, plump, old lady with a bulging purse. He sneaked up to her and, in one swift movement, slipped it off her shoulder. The woman, sensing that her purse was gone, spun around. He took off, knocking innocent bystanders over while the lady screamed for a cop. He dodged half-drunken men and the women in short, tight, dresses dancing and flirting with them.

Finally, he was able to slow down. He ducked into another alley. All the way in the back was a metal door, which had a sign on it that said "Employees Only." The boy raised his hand to knock, then thought better of it and unzipped the purse, taking out two ten dollar bills. He crumpled them up and was about to put them in his pocket when, suddenly, they grew hot in his hand and burst. The boy watched, stunned. The door swung open. A man of thirty with a dirty red beard and a long ponytail pulled him inside and slammed the door shut before anyone who heard the noise came to investigate.

Illinois, Present Time

Dr. Henry McCoy picked up the test tube full of a blue chemical in his overly large hand. He set it down next to a microscope containing a slide with his DNA. He studied it carefully and smiled. He was making progress. But now it was time for the real thing. He poured the chemical into a syringe. He pointed it at his upper arm and injected it into his blood. Almost instantly, his body began to react. Blue fur grew rapidly all over his skin. He gasped at the spectacle happening before his very eyes. Then he completely blacked out.

West Germany

It was an hour before sunrise. A young man sneaked into the kitchen of the monastery, What was odd was he was walking on the ceiling. His devilish blue tail twitched from side to side. Then, all of a sudden, he disappeared and reappeared on the floor. He crept up to the pantry and a light came on. One of the monks was standing at the door with a candle in his hand. He had been keeping track of the food kept and tonight he had decided to stake out the kitchen to find the culprit who had been taking their food. The monk screamed, awakening all the others. The man's skin was a dark blue. His ears were slightly pointed, as well as his teeth.

"D-d-demon," the monk stuttered.

"Do not judge me by my looks, brother. For God's love is blind to our faults, so men's should be."

The monk responded by screaming again. He vanished. The monk gasped in awe, then raced to the window. He spotted him running away, then disappearing into thin air. That was the last he saw of him.

Somewhere in Canada

Logan strolled through the abandoned military compound. It seemed strange and yet so familiar, like he'd been there before. It gave him the creeps. He shuttered and continued on.

He studied the buildings. Most of them seemed pretty rundown. Around him was enclosed a rusted barbed wire fence. Despite the rust, it was completely intact. But then again, he thought, maybe not. On the far end of the fence, there was a gigantic hole, about his size. The wire was broken as if it were made out of a fragile thread instead of metal. He reached out his hand to touch it, and then, in a sudden burst of rage, Logan extended his claws and tore the remaining part to shreds. He turned around to face the building behind him and made an opening large enough for him to fit into. Then he stepped inside. He was shocked at what he saw.

Shards of broken machinery were strewn about the room. The parts that were still attached to the wall were slashed and broken wires hung out. Logan gasped. In the middle of the room was a long, wide, glass tank. The top was shattered.

Instantly, a vision flashed across his mind. An oxygen mask was strapped to his face. His arms and legs were belted down. Blue lines were all over his naked body. He saw someone staring at him. Most of the face was unclear, except for the eyes. They were callous and unfeeling. Obviously, this person had no regret for what he was about to do. Others hovered over him. He felt a scalpel cutting into his body. He screamed with pain.

Logan shook himself out of his memory. He was alone. But it had felt so real. He went over to the computers, but nothing was operational. Someone had demolished this place.

He frowned. He had been traveling for quite some time, but with no luck or any leads to what could possibly have been. Though he yearned to find out the truth, he didn't want to stay. Something inside him was making him want to go back. He longed to see their faces again: beautiful Jean Grey, young Rogue, Storm, the professor. He even missed Cyclops. Logan chuckled at the thought of that. But he knew what he had to do. He was going home.