Lesser Of Two Evils
Chapter Two:
"The Goddess And The Devil"
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men. Shocker, huh?
A/N: Well, this was a one shot. It really was. But apparently my amazing reviewers didn't agree with me there, so I present.Chapter Two! Oh, and if you think that anyone is slightly OOC, please remember that this is not comicverse, and that also people would have to change to survive after the MRA was passed. But, anyway, like I said, I had not intended to make this into a chapter story, so please don't hurt me if this thing devolves into a horrible piece of writing. And a big thanks to all of my reviewers!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Logan awoke with what felt like the mother of all hangovers. His head was pounding, his body ached and his mind hazy. He groaned, and tried to sit up, promptly falling back to the floor as a stabbing pain shot up his left side. The carpet of the hotel room had once been a pure white, but after decades of use, it had transformed into a rather revolting shade of gray. He looked up at the window across from him and saw that it was still dark out. The small, battered clock on the night table read 1:00 AM.
'Oh.God.' he thought as the events of a few hours previously came flooding back to him. He had just wanted to help her, but instead of accepting assistance, Storm had run off with out a backwards glance, leaving him unconscious in the process.
A groan from the other side of the room drew his attention away from his anger at the white haired woman. He glanced over at the other occupant of the room. Victor Creed. A low growl rumbled from his throat as the other man glared venomously at him. Logan forced himself to his feet, surprised that his heeling factor hadn't yet removed the pain from his side. Using the bed for balance, he made his way over to stand over the prostrate form of Sabertooth.
"Get up, Creed." He snarled, roughly hauling the larger man to his feet.
"Damnit, Wolverine, watch it!" exclaimed Sabertooth, stepping out of Logan's grasp. Apparently his heeling factor had not yet gotten rid of the pain for him, either.
"I wanna know what happened." Stated Logan bluntly, "I have a feeling you know a little more than me, so start talkin'."
"Well, you already know that Munroe stole all of the fake I.Ds that you've worked so hard to obtain. If you're wondering about the explosions, that would be the Cajun."
Logan's eyebrows arched. "Who?"
"You're really out of the loop, aren't ya?" sneered Sabertooth "Ororo Munroe and her friend, Remy Lebeau, run an organization of Mutant.I guess the best name for them would be freedom fighters, who seem to have their little fingers in every kind of Mutant related illegal pies around. Some, but not all of which include, an underground railway for Mutants who wanna leave the country, but don't have enough money, a specially trained Mutant combat team and alliances with the very few Mutant supporters left in the government. These people are the main force behind the Mutant rebellion. And that's not even taking into account that they have almost complete control of both Worthington *and* Frost International."
Logan whistled through his teeth, "That's a hell of a lot of power for one organization to possess."
Sabertooth nodded. "Makes you glad they're on our side, doesn't it?"
Logan snorted derisively. "We've already got the government against us, I can't see what'd be worse then that." Creed shrugged. Something was still bothering Logan, however. "Somehow, I never thought of Ororo to be the kind of person to get involved in something like that."
Creed echoed Logan's earlier snort. "Like I said before, she's one of the founding members. Believe me, that woman had her share of secrets, even when she was with Xavier's little hero team. Now that she doesn't have their morals and "do no harm" attitudes to hold her back."he let the sentence trail off, leaving Logan to contemplate exactly how much he didn't know about Ororo.
After a few moments of silence between the two enemies turned reluctant allies, Sabertooth muttered darkly, "The Goddess and The Devil."
Logan's eyes shot back up to meet those of Creed, "What?"
"That's what they call themselves. Munroe and Lebow, I mean. The Goddess and The Devil."
A/N; I know, short, but I do have another chapter written, but it's on my braillelite (Braille laptop), which can't be hooked up to the internet, so I have to type it up, which takes a very, very long time. But it'll be up eventually!
*Thought*
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men. Shocker, huh?
A/N: Well, this was a one shot. It really was. But apparently my amazing reviewers didn't agree with me there, so I present.Chapter Two! Oh, and if you think that anyone is slightly OOC, please remember that this is not comicverse, and that also people would have to change to survive after the MRA was passed. But, anyway, like I said, I had not intended to make this into a chapter story, so please don't hurt me if this thing devolves into a horrible piece of writing. And a big thanks to all of my reviewers!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Logan awoke with what felt like the mother of all hangovers. His head was pounding, his body ached and his mind hazy. He groaned, and tried to sit up, promptly falling back to the floor as a stabbing pain shot up his left side. The carpet of the hotel room had once been a pure white, but after decades of use, it had transformed into a rather revolting shade of gray. He looked up at the window across from him and saw that it was still dark out. The small, battered clock on the night table read 1:00 AM.
'Oh.God.' he thought as the events of a few hours previously came flooding back to him. He had just wanted to help her, but instead of accepting assistance, Storm had run off with out a backwards glance, leaving him unconscious in the process.
A groan from the other side of the room drew his attention away from his anger at the white haired woman. He glanced over at the other occupant of the room. Victor Creed. A low growl rumbled from his throat as the other man glared venomously at him. Logan forced himself to his feet, surprised that his heeling factor hadn't yet removed the pain from his side. Using the bed for balance, he made his way over to stand over the prostrate form of Sabertooth.
"Get up, Creed." He snarled, roughly hauling the larger man to his feet.
"Damnit, Wolverine, watch it!" exclaimed Sabertooth, stepping out of Logan's grasp. Apparently his heeling factor had not yet gotten rid of the pain for him, either.
"I wanna know what happened." Stated Logan bluntly, "I have a feeling you know a little more than me, so start talkin'."
"Well, you already know that Munroe stole all of the fake I.Ds that you've worked so hard to obtain. If you're wondering about the explosions, that would be the Cajun."
Logan's eyebrows arched. "Who?"
"You're really out of the loop, aren't ya?" sneered Sabertooth "Ororo Munroe and her friend, Remy Lebeau, run an organization of Mutant.I guess the best name for them would be freedom fighters, who seem to have their little fingers in every kind of Mutant related illegal pies around. Some, but not all of which include, an underground railway for Mutants who wanna leave the country, but don't have enough money, a specially trained Mutant combat team and alliances with the very few Mutant supporters left in the government. These people are the main force behind the Mutant rebellion. And that's not even taking into account that they have almost complete control of both Worthington *and* Frost International."
Logan whistled through his teeth, "That's a hell of a lot of power for one organization to possess."
Sabertooth nodded. "Makes you glad they're on our side, doesn't it?"
Logan snorted derisively. "We've already got the government against us, I can't see what'd be worse then that." Creed shrugged. Something was still bothering Logan, however. "Somehow, I never thought of Ororo to be the kind of person to get involved in something like that."
Creed echoed Logan's earlier snort. "Like I said before, she's one of the founding members. Believe me, that woman had her share of secrets, even when she was with Xavier's little hero team. Now that she doesn't have their morals and "do no harm" attitudes to hold her back."he let the sentence trail off, leaving Logan to contemplate exactly how much he didn't know about Ororo.
After a few moments of silence between the two enemies turned reluctant allies, Sabertooth muttered darkly, "The Goddess and The Devil."
Logan's eyes shot back up to meet those of Creed, "What?"
"That's what they call themselves. Munroe and Lebow, I mean. The Goddess and The Devil."
A/N; I know, short, but I do have another chapter written, but it's on my braillelite (Braille laptop), which can't be hooked up to the internet, so I have to type it up, which takes a very, very long time. But it'll be up eventually!
*Thought*