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5 years later....

A television was turned on, it was the late news, and an emotionless face of a reporter gazed at the camera "now onto news of the mysterious killings that have stretched over 4 and half years." The reporter paused "if you look back", images of various men, women, children mangled bodies showed on the screen, while the reporters' voice continued "these attacks seem to be all the same, each body mangled in the same way. Is it the work of a mutant? We have reason to believe that the people being murdered are helpers of mutants, and are being killed by the work of a hitmen." The female voice paused, and the screen turned back to the reporter touching the earpiece. Moments later the reporter looked back to the camera "we have just got a report in. Forensic scientists have confirmed a finding that it must be the work of a large dog or large cat. Clear claw marks where found along with a blunt weapon...maybe a spear...so this would mean a hitman with a large cat or dog...so citizens watch out, and if you have sightings of something simular ring this number..." number turns up on the screen...

Creaking of wooden floorboards caused the young boy watching the TV to take his eyes off the TV and look across to where the noise came from. The boy cowered into the soft white couch, his eyes just peeking over the armrest of the couch he lay on "Who's there?" the boy questioned, fear filled his voice and his heart bounded in his ears. His eyes widened when a dark figure appeared from around the hallway corner. The boy didn't even have time to scream before his throat was sliced clean open by a blunt weapon. Blood gushed from his neck, the young boys body slumped to the floor, his elbow hitting the volume control on the remote, the TV' volume turning it up to an almost deafening level.

"Tommy! Can you-" a man called, most likely the boys father, He began his sentence tiredly as he walked into the lounge room where the TV was blaring. He stopped as he saw blood on the white couch... "tomm-"He rushed to the couch, what he saw was his son laying in a pool of his own blood. "NO!" The father cried, rushing to his sons' side, He held him in his arms tightly, sobbing softly swaying back and forth.

THUD!

It came from ahead; something landed on the floor, infront of the man cradling his son. Slowly the father raised his head and looked ahead of him. He gasped in horror, seeing two scaled talons, each with four long black sharp and dangerous claws. He released his dead son and feel backwards in an attempt to crawl away, but found himself frozen stiff from fear when he saw the full figure in the light of the blaring TV news report. The scaled creature looked angered and ready to kill anything in its way. Its body clearly had female features, yet looked immensely dangerous, its long tail swayed from side to side as its reptile face looked down at the man, its intense green eyes fixed on the mans Gray-blue eyes, A shiver went down the mans spine. Down its human-ish scaled arms normal human hands were replaced with clawed hands, more stubby claws then its legs but still could inflict great damage. In its right clawed hand the creature held a double- sided sword, with a crimson liquid dripping from one end. His breathing increased rapidly; the scaled creature flared its bat-like wings and screeched, then lashing its double-sword weapon, towards the man neck. His head rolled over the wooden floorboards and his body slumped to the ground, a pool of blood soon flowing around his lifeless body.

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(Xavier's school for gifted youngsters) -The next morning-

"Today the body of a man and his son where found early this morning, both killed in a similar way many mysterious murders have been carried out over the last 4 and a half years." The news reporter paused "again we advise anyone with simular traits as the murdered men and women to lock their houses, and be cautious..." the News reporter announced.

Nightcrawler, Scott, Xavier, Storm, and Logan watched the TV news report. Scott turned to Xavier "you think it's a mutant?" he asked. Xavier looked thoughtful as usual "It could be... I will try Cerebro again and try and find the one responsible. In the meantime I would like shifts at night to make sure no one is uncounted for...or roaming around at night..." He said looking at the X-men "If what I know about those people who are being killed is true this means we are in danger..."

"How?" Logan questioned bluntly

Xavier looked towards him "because we help mutants..." He said simply.

The X-men nodded in acknowledgment.

Xavier Wheeled away from the TV room, towards the elevator, he would try and find the culprit/s NOW. The attacks had been getting closer to New York...closer to the school.

Entering the elevator a sweet feminie voice came on "identification please"

"Xavier" he said, pausing "sub-level please". After the attack by stryker just 6 months ago, they had to make stricter precautious with the elevator, making sure no one besides the people in the computer can access the lower levels.

"Voice recognised. Good morning Professor Charles Xavier" the feminie computer voice said. The elevator nudged slightly then moved down silently, moments later the door slid open, Xavier wheeling out, heading for Cerebro.

Logan in the meantime had wondered outside on a ground level balcony, he was just craving for a cigar. He took out one of his 'cheap' cigars, lit it and started puffing it... "Finally..." he sighed with relief

Rogue Strode up behind Logan, making no attempts to sneak up on him, for she had tried this many times but never succeeded. She placed a hand over her mouth and began coughing fakely.

Logan looked over his shoulder at her "If you don't like it, don't come near me" he said bluntly.

Rogue shook her head "its' cool..." She said just as bluntly as Logan did.

Logan frowned "what'Chu want kid?" he questioned impatiently.

Rogue grinned sweetly, One Logan was familiar with and knew EXACTLY what she wanted.

"Nu-uh! Noway Rogue! I ain't goin' to the mall with you, jubes and Kitty!" He objected turning around.

"Aw...but..."

"No buts. Its NO, and I ain't changing my answer" he tuned away from Rogue and puffed on his cigar more.

"You're so stubbon! Stubbon buns!" Rogue teased. But Logan simply ignored her. "FINE! We'll just have to have loads of fun WITHOUT YOU!" She said folding her arms and storming off.

Logan grinned to himself "Yep. Without me..." He muttered to himself.

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Hours had passed, the sun had set long ago. Logan paced through the hallways of the mansion, something caught his eye, he looked down the hall towards the figure. It was Scott, his figure silhouetted by the moonlight. Logan rolled his eyes; sure he was broken about Jeans' death.... He had moved on though, but Scott...no he was still as broken as the day in the blackbird when the dam broke.... I can't blame him though...yet it HAS been six months.

Logan strode towards Scott, he almost felt sorry for one-eye.

Scott turned his head to the approaching person and saw Logan "go away Logan..." he said looking sharply back out the window hiding his face.

Logan continued Striding towards Scott, But stopped when he was about a metre from him "don't beat yourself up man..." Logan tried to sound reassuring, "...you need to get out..." he suggested, Scott had been cooping himself up in his room and hardly leaving the mansion, much less his ROOM!

"Look Logan..." Scott began and got down from the window seel "...I don't need your advice...".

"Comon, just ONE drink, you can't spend the rest of your life in here...".

Scott was about to protest when he found himself being dragged by Logan, and they were heading for the garage "Hey...!!" Scott protested, trying to free himself from Logans' firm grip.

"Your coming wether you like it or not." Logan told Scott.

Scott sighed sadly, then willingly went with Logan.

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A dark cloaked figure sat in a booth of the bar, her face was hidden by the large hood resting on her head. She sat motionless staring at the half- empty glass of water sitting infront of her.

The bar door swung open and in walked Scott followed by Logan, sure enough Logan headed straight for the bar, with Scott lagging behind him.

"One beer..." Logan said to the bar tender, he turned to Scott, "...want anything?"

Scott had sat down on a stool and he looked up to Logan then the bartender who was also looking towards him "your strongest drink please..."

A fake smile crossed the bartenders face and he nodded, then went to the fridge getting Logans' beer, placing it infront of him, then going through bottles, finally getting the one he was looking for the bartender poured out a whisky on ice for Scott. Scott went for his wallet to get the money and pay for the drink.

"I've got it" Logan said to Scott, who nodded and took a sip at his drink.

Logan payed for both their drinks then sat on a stool next to Scott. Taking long swigs of his beer, watching the game of pool come to a stop, the victor taking the money from the loser. He grinned and stood from his stool, striding towards the pool table. He reached into the back pocket of his jeans, pulling out a hundred-dollar bill. "100 bucks says I kick your arse," he said, grinning.

"You're on!" The winner spoke confidently.

Scott smirked at Logan then hung his head low. Thinking of the only women he loved...Jean.

The cloaked figure turned her head to the people in the bar it was almost deserted. Her pair of emerald eyes fixed themselves on the game of pool being played by a rather gruff looking guy in jeans and a fat bold man. The Gruff looking on struck a nerve in her, he was ferrel looking...much like a wolf...and yet he seemed strangely familiar to her. She watched the game being played out, The gruff man occasionally glancing in her direction, obviously feeling eyes burning into him. The game was soon over; Logan becoming 100 bucks richer, the loser gave him many death glares, "next time you'll pay me!" The fat man said through clenched teeth as he watched his hundred dollars being taken away from him. Yet Logan ignored them. The cloaked figure swiftly finished her drink and rising from her seat. She glanced to the gruff man and what seemed to be a friend. Logan looked up and stared straight at her, he could lock gazes seeing he saw no eyes in the darkness of inside the hood. He nudged Scott and motioned to the figure, he looked in the general direction. He saw the figure; they both watched her stride from her seat to the door and exit. She almost seemed graceful in her steps.

Back in the bar Scott had soon convinced Logan they leave.

"We haven't been here that long...." Logan paused "on the other hand..." he trailed off. Scott stood from the stool, as did Logan grabbing his tattered leather jacket, both heading out to the parking lot.

"That jackets filthy...get a new one..." Scott said...his speech slightly slurred

"Don't Start one-eye!" Logan growled.

"Touchy..." Scott said putting his arms in the air, as if surrendering.

Logan rolled his eyes, a deep growl forming in his throat. He wanted to rip Scott apart, but controlled the animal within.

Amongst the dark shadows in the parking lot stood a figure, her emerald eyes intensively looking at the two...mutants... a evil grin formed on her face 'I'll follow them' she thought flatly to herself, as if possed by an evil.

Logan and Scott didn't notice the figure standing in the shadows...watching them....

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