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Chapter four: I don't want either of 'em here.
The X-men ran out to meet the disgruntled looking teen in their pajamas, definetly not a good way to get respect. "HEY!" Scott shouted. "What are you doing here?"
The teenager looked at them, sniffing the air again and walking towards all of them. The claws stayed out the whole time. Even though he was outnumbered and overpowered, he showed no signs of knowing this.
Jean flinched, trying to read his thoughts and find out what he was doing. Something stopped her every time she got into his mind. It was like parts of his thoughts were missing.
"I asked you a question!" Scott said, hand on his goggles. "Answer me!"
"Where is he." The teen said in a gruff voice.
"What?" Scott asked, his hand faltering. Rogue took off her glove, starting towards him. Sabertooth was no where to be found. Somehow, Kurt and Kitty felt he wasn't here for them.
"Where's Creed?" He looked right at Scott. There was a strange look in his eyes. Something saying that he had business here that none of them had a part in.
"Like, why D'you want T'see him?" Kitty asked, stepping forward. Getting too close for Scott's comfort.
"Kitty." He said in a warning tone, Kitty stopped moving.
"He knows." The teen said. "That's all that matters."
"Who are you?" Jean asked, still trying to get inside his mind.
He growled. "None O'your damned business, Red!" He looked at all of them. "Where's Creed?!"
There was an equally viceral growl from the doorway. "Right here, Y'sawed off runt."
Everyone turned and looked at Sabertooth, who was glaring daggers into the teenager while smiling sadistically. "Been a while, spitball."
"Yeah. Yer still ugly as hell, too." The teenager replied, clenching his fists. "Can't believe they let a nutjob like you into this place. Y'tell 'em about the people you've killed?"
They all knew he was scary as fuck, but they didn't know he had actually killed anyone. "Nope. I was goin' T'be a gentleman and wait fer 'em T'ask, bub." He held up his hands, showing the long and threatening claws. "Y'miss me, runt?"
"Go to hell."
"Heh. That's what yer little friend said before I killed her." He laughed. Still holding his claws up. "Like the enhancements?"
"Tch. If those things are as dull as yer mind, I ain't afraid." The teen readied himself. "Whatcha waitin' for, handsome? Take a slice!"
Sabertooth started at him, Scott was ready to fire between the two, hoping to stop them.
"STOP!" A third voice shouted from the entrance. It was professor Xavier. As he said the words, Creed and Logan froze. "I will not have people fighting like barbarians on my property, REGARDLESS of what you've been through!" It was evident that the telepath was at new level of pissed.
The new arrivals both looked at the older man to the best of their ability. "Victor. Do you remember the promise we made?"
He just snarled.
"And you." Xavier said, looking at the teen. "If you're going to fight one of my X-men, you're going to fight all of them." He let the teen go.
The teen's nostrils flared. "Long as I get back at that bastard fer what he did, I'm fuckin' happy."
Xavier kept his eyes on him. The only noise was the snarling from Sabertooth. The others had given the three mutants a lot of space. "I see." Xavier never took his eyes off of the teen. "What is your name?"
The teen narrowed his eyes on the telepath. "Logan."
"Come with me." The telepath said, the wheelchair turned and began inside the institute. The others watched amazedly as the teenager walked past the now unconscious Victor Creed and followed after Xavier.
Kitty looked at the others nervously. "Looks like we have another new student."
Kurt blinked. "I don't zhink I vant eizher of zhem here..."
The End.
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Okay. I like this chapter..... D'you? R&R. This will actually form a plot soon.
--Ookami.
Chapter four: I don't want either of 'em here.
The X-men ran out to meet the disgruntled looking teen in their pajamas, definetly not a good way to get respect. "HEY!" Scott shouted. "What are you doing here?"
The teenager looked at them, sniffing the air again and walking towards all of them. The claws stayed out the whole time. Even though he was outnumbered and overpowered, he showed no signs of knowing this.
Jean flinched, trying to read his thoughts and find out what he was doing. Something stopped her every time she got into his mind. It was like parts of his thoughts were missing.
"I asked you a question!" Scott said, hand on his goggles. "Answer me!"
"Where is he." The teen said in a gruff voice.
"What?" Scott asked, his hand faltering. Rogue took off her glove, starting towards him. Sabertooth was no where to be found. Somehow, Kurt and Kitty felt he wasn't here for them.
"Where's Creed?" He looked right at Scott. There was a strange look in his eyes. Something saying that he had business here that none of them had a part in.
"Like, why D'you want T'see him?" Kitty asked, stepping forward. Getting too close for Scott's comfort.
"Kitty." He said in a warning tone, Kitty stopped moving.
"He knows." The teen said. "That's all that matters."
"Who are you?" Jean asked, still trying to get inside his mind.
He growled. "None O'your damned business, Red!" He looked at all of them. "Where's Creed?!"
There was an equally viceral growl from the doorway. "Right here, Y'sawed off runt."
Everyone turned and looked at Sabertooth, who was glaring daggers into the teenager while smiling sadistically. "Been a while, spitball."
"Yeah. Yer still ugly as hell, too." The teenager replied, clenching his fists. "Can't believe they let a nutjob like you into this place. Y'tell 'em about the people you've killed?"
They all knew he was scary as fuck, but they didn't know he had actually killed anyone. "Nope. I was goin' T'be a gentleman and wait fer 'em T'ask, bub." He held up his hands, showing the long and threatening claws. "Y'miss me, runt?"
"Go to hell."
"Heh. That's what yer little friend said before I killed her." He laughed. Still holding his claws up. "Like the enhancements?"
"Tch. If those things are as dull as yer mind, I ain't afraid." The teen readied himself. "Whatcha waitin' for, handsome? Take a slice!"
Sabertooth started at him, Scott was ready to fire between the two, hoping to stop them.
"STOP!" A third voice shouted from the entrance. It was professor Xavier. As he said the words, Creed and Logan froze. "I will not have people fighting like barbarians on my property, REGARDLESS of what you've been through!" It was evident that the telepath was at new level of pissed.
The new arrivals both looked at the older man to the best of their ability. "Victor. Do you remember the promise we made?"
He just snarled.
"And you." Xavier said, looking at the teen. "If you're going to fight one of my X-men, you're going to fight all of them." He let the teen go.
The teen's nostrils flared. "Long as I get back at that bastard fer what he did, I'm fuckin' happy."
Xavier kept his eyes on him. The only noise was the snarling from Sabertooth. The others had given the three mutants a lot of space. "I see." Xavier never took his eyes off of the teen. "What is your name?"
The teen narrowed his eyes on the telepath. "Logan."
"Come with me." The telepath said, the wheelchair turned and began inside the institute. The others watched amazedly as the teenager walked past the now unconscious Victor Creed and followed after Xavier.
Kitty looked at the others nervously. "Looks like we have another new student."
Kurt blinked. "I don't zhink I vant eizher of zhem here..."
The End.
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Okay. I like this chapter..... D'you? R&R. This will actually form a plot soon.
--Ookami.