A/N: Wow, thank you all for the reviews! ::Grins happily::
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SNIKT!!
"-adimantium laced claws c'n cut through you like butter on a hot day, bub-"
Hah! Don't mess with the Wolverine!
"Our long association, my most visceral enemy, my most respected foe—Is over!!"
Burning, hot, searing, white hot pain… I'm falling apart! I'm tearing apart! Some one-
"Help me!" James screamed snapping his eyes open and flinging himself forward tossing the blankets off his trembling form. His eyes darted wildly around the dark room landing on the door as it swung open and Rogue ran in looking disheveled and panicked.
"What's wrong?" She gasped looking around the room for any signs of danger, "Are you okay?" Her eyes landed on his hands, "Your hands!" She gasped.
James looked down his eyes widening at the sight of his bleeding hands and quickly wiped them off on the already stained blankets.
"What's going on?" A thin bald man in a wheel chair, Professor Charles Xavier, rolled in looking concerned. Rogue sat down on the edge of James' bed careful not to touch him with her exposed skin, since she had been in bed sleeping at the time of James' outburst.
"I'm sorry I woke you," James frowned running a shaky hand threw his sweat soaked hair and sighed, "I was just having nightmares." He looked up at Rogue pleading with her silently not to tell the Professor about his hands.
Rogue bit her lip, "Still?" She asked softly, moving so that she blocked the Professor's sight of the blood on the blankets.
Xavier furrowed his eyebrows in thought, "James, what kind of nightmares have you been having?"
"I don't know," James shook his head, "Some guy that calls 'imself Wolverine an' someone tearing him apart…" He trailed off with a shudder.
The name Wolverine stirred something inside the old man, his eyes widened and he turned away, "We'll talk in the morning," He said softly wheeling himself to the doorway, "Until then I suggest you clean yourself up and get some rest." He left the room leaving the two in stunned silence. There was no fooling a psychic, especially one as powerful as Charles Xavier owner of the mutant school.
James climbed out of bed and began pulling the blankets off it, "He knows something about my nightmares." He grumbled pausing when he came across a shredded piece of fabric.
"Maybe it's a good thing." Rogue said softly eyeing the fabric dangling from James' hand.
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Weapon X.
The name, the company, whatever it was sent chills up my spine. The file was heavy and full of papers and pictures of a man who has been dead for 18 years now.
"He was an honorable man," I didn't realize that I had zoned the professor out, "I know that for sure."
And he was old, he lived for a hundred years. I flip open the folder and sort through the pictures; he looks a lot like me.
"You knew him personally then?" I held up a profile picture to examine it closer, I caught the Professor shake his head and tent his hands under his chin. He does that a lot when he's thinking.
"No," He starts, unfolding his hands and resting them on the armrests of his chair, "I met him several times, fought along side him once but that was all. I tried to get him to join the school but he turned me down time and time again." A wry smile crossed his lips, "He was very stubborn."
I raised my eyebrows and flipped past another picture, "You think… maybe he was my father?" That couldn't be too far fetched, I don't know who my biological parents really are anyways and this guy looks a lot like me.
Kinda scary, a hundred year old my father.
I continue on through the pictures, he's not getting any older which is… odd. Maybe they were all taken around the same time? Except for this black and white one of him in combat gear… I flip it over and my eyes widen, WWII.
The Professor clears his throat softly, "I thought so at first," I look up flipping the last of five pictures over, "But I don't think so. You see-"
"He was old, yea I get it. Stupid question." I cut him off and skim over the top paper, a profile of him.
"No, that's not what I was going to say," He sounds annoyed now, oh well, "Logan did have a wife who was very pregnant but…"
Now that I'm interested he stops, how ironic, "But what?"
"They both died, Rose first and then later him." Old age probably… I furrow my eyebrows in thought, she couldn't have been pregnant to have been old, so… The Professor must be reading my thoughts because he chuckles softly and picks up the pictures I had put aside.
"Logan had an accelerated healing factor that slowed his aging down quite a bit. If he hadn't been murdered I'm sure he would have lived at least another hundred years." That would explain the pictures.
"How was he murdered?" I have a sick feeling that I already know but I have to hear it from someone else. Professor frowns slightly and sighs, "I don't know. I just got word that they were both dead and that was it."
I can't except that that was it, the man has files on him and he doesn't even know how he died? Maybe he isn't really dead… A knock at the door stirs me from my thoughts, the Professor calls them in and Rogue walks through the door. I stand up glance at the Professor and walk past Rogue winking at her as I leave. I'll leave them to talk, I have my own research to do.
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A/N: The line 'Our long association, my most visceral enemy, my most respected foe—Is over' is from the comic book where Logan gets the adimantium ripped from his bones. Sorry I can't remember the title of it. :P
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