The Truth Hurts
Chapter X: A Learning Experience
By: Michelle
Graydon flipped through the papers and pictures he received. All the research he had done was worthless compared to this.
Nothing seemed to be clear to him. Or did it?
He looked over the pictures. Raven Darkholme. His mother, no doubt about that. Victor Creed. His father, he was not surprised.
The second two pictures were confusing to him. He didn't recognize them at all. They were taken quite recently and the individuals looked as though they didn't realize they were being photographed.
The first one was a picture of a man in a blue devil costume. Well, he hoped it was a costume. The man looked similar to his mother's true form except for the large tail he seemed to have. He flipped it over. He traced the name scribbled on the back. Kurt Wagner.
He placed the picture aside and took the other one in his hand. It was a teenage girl with white streaks in her dark brown hair. She was quite beautiful. He flipped it over and digested the name written on the back. Marie D'Ancanto. He recognized that name.
He fumbled to pull out his personal file again. Marie D'Ancanto. Marie D'Ancanto. Marie D'Ancanto.
He could believe what he was seeing. Why would Senator Kelly send me this? How would he have this kind of information like this?
Unless. Her. "That bitch." Graydon slammed his fist on the desk. 'That fucking bitch!"
"Senator Creed." His secretary opened the door to see what he was fussing about. "Is something wrong?"
Graydon demonic face changed to that of an angel. "No, Mrs. Johnson." He said calmly. "Everything is quite alright."
She looked at his seemingly innocent face. "Yes, Senator Creed. I am sorry to have disturbed you." She smiled at him and closed the door.
Graydon's face returned to its wicked nature. He sucked in a deep breath and looked at the pictures again. So he had both a brother and a sister. Why did she send me this? He knew her better than that. Mother what are you up to.
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"Alright, let's get down to business." Logan said as he approached his P.E. class of 12 and 13 year old mutants. "Is everybody here?" One. Two. Three. Logan silently thought to himself as he counted his students. Eleven and Twelve. Good. All here.
'Aren't ya gonna take roll, Monsieur." Remy asked confused.
"Why?" Logan replied. "They're all here." He faced his class. "What ya'll want to play today?"
"Baseball." Artie yelled out.
"Ya'll all want to play baseball today."
'Yeah."
Logan listened to all the students agree. "Ok then go get the equipment and we'll go outside."
Remy watched the students run and grab baseballs, bats, and gloves. I just love how you teach Logan. He began to follow everyone outside. It's so professional. NOT.
"Alright." Logan stood on the pitcher's mound. "Artie and Jones. Start picking teams."
Remy watched again, surprised that the students actually listened to Logan. But, then again, why wouldn't they. Logan wasn't the type of person you want to mess with.
"Catch." Logan tossed Remy a glove. "You're catcher today."
Remy put on the glove. Oh great And I thought I was finished with P.E. He took his position behind home plate.
"Let's play ball!"
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"Nein. Jaime." Kurt fussed at the seven year old with a blue crayon in his nose. "Take that out. How many times do I have to tell you?"
"I don't know." Jaime said and began coloring and drawing with his crayon again.
Kurt shook his head. Why did Ororo have to volunteer me to teach Art class to the 7 and 8 year olds? Never mind. I know why. 'But the children love drawing you pictures and making you things.' At least it was only three students: Jaime (Multiple Man), Rayne (Wolfsbane), and Evan (Spyke, Ororo's nephew). Today's assignment was to make cards for Professor Xavier's birthday next week.
"Very good, Rayne." Kurt praised the eight year old with red pig tails. "Professor is going to be very excited ven you give this to him."
"What about me, Mr. Wagner?" Evan showed him his card he was making.
"Yes Evan." Kurt smiled. "Who are these people?"
"That's the X-men." Evan pointed. "That's Professor. That's Mr. Logan. That's Aunt Ro. And, that's you."
Kurt smiled and turned his attention over to Jaime again. There was four of him now, each with a different color crayon up their nose. Mein Gott, Jaime. He gently took the crayons out of each of the Jaime's multiples. "Vat happened?'
"I bumped my elbow on the desk." He replied innocently as his multiples merged back into him.
Kurt sighed. At least Jaime wasn't eating play-do again.
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"There were three versions of the Black Death that hit Europe from 1347 to 1350: the bubonic, pneumonic, and the sempticaemic…."
Bobby ignored Storm's lecture and whispered to the note-taking Rogue. "So what happened after Cajun brought you up to your room last night?"
"Nothing.' Rogue answered still paying attention to the lecture. "Remy left after we got to my room."
"Truthfully." Bobby questioned.
Rogue stopped writing and turned to him. "If you don't believe me, then ask Jubilee or Kitty."
"I believe you." Bobby lied. Kitty had a big mouth. "It's just that I heard you kissed him."
"I didn't kiss him." Rogue denied. "I thanked him for lending me his jacket and he left. Don't you trust me?"
"I trust you." He answered. I just don't trust him.
"So, Bobby and Rogue. Which of the three versions of the plague was 100% fatal?" Ororo asked knowing they had been talking throughout her lecture.
Rogue looked at the last few notes she had as Bobby sat quiet. "Septicaemic." She shrugged.
"Lucky guess." Ororo answered. "But next time, socialize outside of class."
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AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Evan (Spyke) is from the x-men evolution TV show.
In my fanfics, Jaime, Rayne, and Evan are the youngest mutants at the institute. Their mutant powers developed faster than anyone expected, so Xavier had them brought to the school to start early training.