Tommorow's Fate

Authors Note: Rated for strong language.

To:
Blix Howlett - Glad you liked the second chapter! Hope you like the third too!
Base - Yes, it has been updated! Logan has always realised he had claws but, as the story becomes deeper, you find out why he hasn't been using them and why nobody else knows about them
Dani - Lol, another Dani, yeah I have no plans to split Scott and Jean up yet!
Anonymous - Chapter three, I've updated as requested!

Chapter Three: Trapped

Logan yawned as his eyes ajusted to the bright morning light, which had sent rays onto his face. His head pounded. This was the result of seven cans of beer the previous night. He had drank so much last night to try and prevent himself from thinking about the past. Had it worked? Yes, but now he was sober again and everything came flooding back to reality. Logan sighed, 'Why can't I be pissed all of the time?' he thought. His whole head pounded. The TV was still on from last night. He'd obviously forgoten to switch it off. He went to the sink and took out a dirty glass, and filled it with cool tap water. He gulped it down quickly, without taking breaths and dropped himself down upon the red seat and watched what was on. Some pretty blonde woman, dressed in a pink feminine suit, was explaining how women should properly apply make-up with out looking too orange. He quickly flicked the remote to channel four - crap, channel five - crap, channel six - crap. There wasn't anything decent on. He sighed in aggravation and walked to his little bathroom. Clothes were scattered on the floor. He stepped over the old pair of jeans and a pair of under pants and threw water on his face. He gelled back his hair, grabbed his leather jacket and stormed out of the room.

He walked along the large corridor to the girls dormitory. It wasn't long before he met a beautiful young lady, going by the name of Storm. Her real name was Ororo Monroe. She'd quickly adapted to the name 'Storm' due to her amazing ability to summon and control the weather elements. Wind, lightening, thunder, you name it she could summon it. She had light blonde, practically white hair, a dark complexion and dark eyes. She was wearing track-suit bottoms and a small, body hugging grey t-shirt which showed off her feminine features. She also had a yellow towel, hung loosely around her neck.

"Hey Logan! What you doing up this early?" She asked. Her long eyelashes flicked with interest.

"Just taking a walk. I woke early and couldn't fall back to sleep. Is, err, is Marie about?" He asked.

"Yeah, she's in our room, I'm not sure if she's dressed yet though," Logan perked up his left eyebrow and that legendary smirk was once more painted upon his face. "Hey!" Ororo smiled and playfully shoved his shoulder. "Knock it off Logan!"

"Nah, you know I'm joking Stormy. So I should be ok to just go in then?"

"You should be, just knock on the door first ok?"

"Ok, thanks Ororo." She tapped his shoulder and walked off toward the direction of the indoor swimming pool. He took a right turn toward number 23, and knocked softly twice. No answer. He knocked again, but this time more forcefully. Still, no one answered the door. Logan tried the door handle, and perked his head around the frame. There he could see a small desk, cluttered with small trinkets and fluffy pens. There was a young, sixteen year old girl sat at the desk. She didn't answer the door because she could only hear the loud music being played through the head phones. Logan could only just make out of few words of the song, but the rest of the music was muffled and unclear. It was some kind of rock, the kind you'd usually expect at the end of a good movie, when the titles are rolling. She had her aubon hair tied back loosely in a brown bobble and it was swaying from side to side as she nodded her head to the music. Logan crept slowly and silently toward the young girl. As he approached, he tapped her shoulder once with his finger playfully.

"AAAAAH!" The young girl screamed and almost fell off the stool she was sat upon.

"Shh!" Logan instructed half laughing, placing his index finger to his mouth "You wanna wake the whole damn school up huh?"

Marie's face darkened and she stormed up to Logan, fist raised and hit him on the shoulder "You dick! Don't you ever do that again!" However, she couldn't help but smile at her friend. She placed a hand on her waist and replaced a strand of loose hair behind her ear.

"Anyway, I should be the one screaming, what the hell is that stuff on your face?" Logan said sarcastically, pointing at a freshly applied face mask, that was lathered upon Marie's face and making a disgusted expression as he said it.

Marie sat back upon the stool and straightened her posture, proudly "If you must know, it's essential African Shea Butter and Honey moisturizer. Vital for clear skin,"

"Sounds like something you put on toast," Logan mused.

"Shut it wolf boy!" Marie toyed. She smiled fondly at her friend. "I'll just change and get the mask off, won't be a minute sugah," She walked over to the bathroom. Logan watched as she wiggled her perky little bum and he tilted his head to the right to get a better view. He sucked in the air through his teeth and Marie turned around before she slammed the door to stick up her middle finger to Logan. He smiled and looked around the room. Everything was pink. He figured he was sat on Marie's bed as she had an assortment of cuddly toys, ranging from huge monkeys in little outfits, to small pink rabbits with bows around their necks. Ororo's bed was navy and had a small star cushion placed neatly upon the head pillow. Ororo's bed, Logan thought, was much more mature than Marie's girly pink bed. Logan felt unplaced in the pink bedroom with his black leather jacket and masculine appearence. He felt he shouldn't even be in the room but he didn't care. Marie walked out of the bathroom. The face mask had been washed to reveal an attractive looking girl. She had also released her hair from the bobble and it now hung loosely on her shoulders. Set against her aubon hair was two white pieces of hair at the front of her head. The white contrasted against the warm colour, but unusually, it looked good. She wore dark eye-liner and mascara and wore a dog collar with spikes. Everything about her was dark. The gloves she wore were leather and black. Logan didn't quite know why she wore black on the outside but everything else about her was pink and fluffy. He didn't ask questions, it didn't bother him. He just knew Marie and this was her, he respected that.

"So sugah, what's up?" She asked sitting down on the stool and facing him.

He sighed and stretched his arms out behind his head "Nothin' really. Just couldn't stay in my room any longer, had to talk to someone sane,"

The room went silent. Then Marie spoke comfortably "I heard about your little dance with that Warren guy. Wish I'd have been there, it'd been hilarious!"

"Yeah," Logan said. "Wait, you wasn't there?"

"Nah hunny I wasn't, should I have been?" Marie asked inspecting her gloved fingers.

Logan eyed her skeptically "Err, no, but I thought Ororo would have told you what happened,"

"No, no she never. She never told me, but I heard from Betsy that you held knives against his throat," Marie looked up at Logan. He looked at her. She looked ... aggressive. He'd never seen her like this before and he didn't know why but he felt subdued by her.

"No, no I never, well, I ... what the fuck did Betsy say?" Logan said frowning at Marie.

"She said you held three sets of knives up against Warren's throat. Did you?" Logan looked at her. She starred back. "Tell me Logan. What happened?"

Logan realized if there was anyone who he could trust it would be Marie. He and her and been friends ever since Xavier had taken him in. She wouldn't reject him. He looked at his knuckles and flexed his fingers. He sighed realizing he was about to tell someone something he could hardly accept himself. No. He couldn't. No way, she would definitely reject him. Everyone else did, why would she be any different? The truth was, Logan thought, she wouldn't.

"I just went crazy. He threw an insult, I threw three knives at his throat. Plain and simple," he lied.

Marie eyed him. "And, that's it?"

"Yup," Logan said shrugging his shoulders and wiping down pink fluff from his jacket.

"I don't believe him," Scott said over lunch later on. Marie, Jean, Scott and Bobby were sat eating as they discussed Logan.

"I know, I don't either hunny," Marie said, shoving a chip in her mouth "Logan wouldn't do a thing like that for just being insulted by of all people 'Warren 'Wonder' Worthington'. It just don't add up,"

"I don't think we should just leave him like this though, what if this Warren guy tries it on again? Logan may just look a little too far over the edge and fall next time," Bobby said, blowing onto his soda bottle, freezing it slightly.

"What are we going to do then?" Scott said, handing Bobby his soda bottle so he could chill his. They all went silent. "What if?"

"What if what Scott?"

"Marie you said that Logan confides in you right? You know, trusts you?"

"Yeah, at least I think he does. Yeah I'm pretty sure he trusts me,"

"Scott, I don't like where your taking this. Logan is our friend remember?" Jean said, reaching out and holding Scott's hand. Marie, watched closely.

He ignored her and returned speaking to Marie "Marie, you get him to come over to your room, I dunno, invite him for a beer or something, and start talking to him, then, just slip off one of your gloves and touch him just enough to soak up some of his memories. We might get something from that," Jean released her grip from Scott's hand in dissapointment and turned away from the table, swinging her red hair behind her shoulder.

"I think that might work! You up for it Marie?" Bobby said with excitement and anxiety.

"I dunno sugah, I might and probably will hurt him,"

"It won't be for very long, and Logan can heal himself right? He probably won't even feel it," Scott paused "Marie? You up for it?"

She looked down at her gloves and rubbed her hands. "Yeah, yeah I'll do it,"

"Do what?" Logan had seen them and walked over. They nervously looked at one another, with the exception of Jean who was looking to the floor.

"Erm, I was wonderin', Logan, if you'd wanna join me tonight for a beer and a pizza. Ororo's out with some of her mates and I was harsh to you this mornin'. I felt bad after it hunny and I wanna to make it up to ya. Wadda you say darlin'?" She shot a glance at Scott. Logan looked skeptically at Marie, then at Jean. She looked away quickly but he caught her eyes.

"Err, yeah sure."