Logan watched as Kurt and Rogue had a conversation about who knows what. He liked to keep to himself, anyway, so he stayed quiet as he finished eating his dinner and contemplating important matters. He wondered what exactly would please Xavier. He'd already cleaned the entire mansion, even the forbidden dungeon that no one was supposed to talk about. Was there more that Xavier would want? Nothing he did would ever please the professor, Logan thought. It angered him just thinking about it.
"Logan's really been acting weird," Kurt said, looking at the mentioned man, who was currently glaring at his plate of chicken.
Rogue nodded in agreement and wondered what the chicken had done to upset Logan, "Yeah, and he keeps saying that he talked to Lance, which we both know is impossible. Not after… the accident." It did, in fact, seem rather impossible. The entire Brotherhood of Mutants had all met an unfortunate death a couple months earlier, at the annual Brotherhood Picnic when a fight had broke out over the last taco.
"We aren't supposed to talk about the accident," Kurt whispered in shock. They were both relieved to see that Logan hadn't heard the mention. He was glaring even harder at the chicken now.
"Um… Logan?" Rogue was about to nudge him with her hand, when he suddenly turned towards the students with his claws out and snarled.
"I'LL SHOW HIM WHO'S INCOMPETANT!" he yelled into Rogue's face. He then ran out the door in the most competent manner he could manage. He couldn't waste precious competence time Opening doors, so he just smashed through them instead.
Rouge and Kurt stared after him in silence. They glanced at each other nervously, then sat down to finish their dinner.
The first month passed by without much difficulty. Logan continued acting very competent, while Rogue and Kurt continued fearing for their lives. Until one fateful night…
Logan was scrubbing the floor furiously. He still couldn't see his reflection in it. It was still unclean. He had been at it for a couple hours already, but he knew how the professor liked the floors to be shiny. They reminded Xavier of his own head.
Rogue wandered in and watched his cleaning frenzy. "Logan?"
He looked up at her with a snarl, "What!? What do you want?"
She took a step away from him and tried her best to smile nicely at him, "I was just wondering why your scrubbing the carpet like that. It's already clean. In fact, you're just scrubbing a hole right through it." Logan looked in shock at the hole he had created in the carpet. The professor wouldn't be please with this. "What have I done!?" Logan raised his arms into the air dramatically and wailed, "WHHHHHHY!?" He knew what he had to do. He'd put a rug over the hole so that nobody could see it. Xavier would never have to know. But what about Rogue? She had seen everything. She'd rat him out. She'd ruin everything.
Rogue started backing out of the room uneasily, "Well, um, I can see that you have things under control here… I think I'll just go see how Kurt's doing."
"Not so fast, Rogue," Logan stared at her ominously, "You know my secret. I can't let you leave." With that, he lunged at her, claws extended.
Rogue screamed and held her arms in front of her face as if to shield herself, "I'm sorry! I won't tell, I promise!"
Logan stopped midair and blinked. "Oh. Okay." That problem solved, he went about fixing the carpet, humming the song 'Happy Together' and smiling while he did so. While he was distracted, she made her way out the door. For a moment, she stood in the hallway being shocked.
Just then, Kurt ran up to her in a panic. "Rogue! It was horrible! Horrible!" he shouted, grabbing her by the shoulders, "I was just standing there and then the elevator doors opened up and all this blood came pouring out!
Rogue rolled her eyes, "Kurt, the elevators have ALWAYS done that. We've had this discussion before."
"Oh yeah…" Kurt got a far-away look in his eyes, then hopped on his tricycle and rode off down the hallway. He loved the tricycle. It reminded him of his childhood in Germany. His parents had bought him a small tricycle and played circus music while they charged people admission to see it. It was all great fun. He began to hum some of the circus music as he peddled around.
He was very happy until he turned around a corner and spotted a pair of twins standing in front of him. They both stared at him creepily.
Kurt's eyes grew wide, "Wanda!? Pietro!?"
"Hello, Kurt," they said in unison.
"Don't do that!" Kurt groaned.
"Do what?" they asked.
"That!" he pointed at them, "Talking at the same time. Even if you are identical twins, how do you do it? I mean, do you plan what you're going to say in advance or something?"
"We're not identical," they said in an annoyed voice.
Kurt looked confused, "But you're twins, right?"
"Yes, but we're fraternal twins," they explained, "Not identical twins."
"What's the difference," Kurt shrugged.
"Well," Pietro pulled out scientific pictures to indicate his point, "Identical twins derive from the same fertilized ovum that, at an early stage of development becomes separated into independently growing cell aggregations, giving rise to two individuals of the same sex, identical genetic makeup, and closely similar appearance. On the other hand, fraternal twins such as ourselves, derive from separately fertilized ova and that have different genetic makeup." He put the charts away and looked back at the confused Kurt, "That's why I can get my good looks from my father, and Wanda looks all weird like our mother."
"What!?" Wanda snarled as she glared at Pietro.
"Um… I mean…" Pietro nervously looked at Kurt, "I hope that clears things up for you."
"A little too much. And it doesn't explain why you're here," Kurt explained, "Aren't you dead?"
"Of COURSE we're dead," Pietro exclaimed. Wanda elbowed him hard in the side. "Er, no, we're not dead."
"But you were all killed in that horrible accident," Kurt looked from one twin to the other, "It was all over the news for days!"
"Days?" Pietro sighed, "Geez… we die and all they give us is a couple days coverage."
Kurt raised an eyebrow, "I thought you weren't dead."
"We weren't- aren't. But, um… Wanda?" he looked at his sister and shrugged.
Wanda rolled her eyes, "I should have KNOWN you'd mess this up."
He rolled his eyes, "Well, exCUSE me. I just don't like lying is all."
She scowled at him, "Yes you do! You lie all the time! This morning you told Toad that I wanted to go out with him."
"No I didn't!" Pietro looked shocked that she'd accuse him of such a thing.
Wanda scowled at him some more, "I was standing right next to you when you said it!"
"No you weren't!" Pietro gasped.
Wanda tried to suppress the rage that was growing inside of her. The worst part about this was that Pietro was already dead, so she couldn't kill him. "Look, Pietro, just forget about it for now. We just need to get Kurt out of the way so Lance can brainwash that stupid Logan guy. Lets just take Kurt and lock him and Rogue in the pantry or something?"
"Okay," Pietro said and turned around, only now realizing that Kurt had already snuck away, "Ah crap."
"Rogue! Rogue!" Kurt yelled as he ran down the hallways, waving his arms above his head in a panic. He ran past the kitchen, past the rec room, past the ballroom, past the forbidden dungeon, past Rogue, past the laundry room, past his bedroom, and into the study, where he finally found her. "Rogue, I'm so glad I found you! I saw some ghosts! I was lucky to escape with my life. I think we should get out of here, before the ghosts get us. Or worse, before Logan gets us. He's gone completely crazy and I think he'll kill us!"
"I'm not Rogue," Logan growled in annoyance.
Kurt stared at him for a moment, with wide eyes. He considered his options. He could run away, or stay behind and get killed by Logan. On one hand, he was tired from all the running he'd already done, but on the other hand, he really didn't want to be killed.
Before Kurt had a chance to run away, Logan had caught a grip on his tail and held him back.
Kurt screamed, "Please don't kill me! I'm too young and loveable!"
"I'm not gonna kill you!" Logan grumbled, to which Kurt slightly relaxed.
"Could you let me go, than?" He motioned to his tail, which Logan still had clenched in his fist tightly.
Logan sighed and did so, "Now leave me alone. I'm trying to get some work done."
Kurt peered over the man's shoulder and saw a typewriter, "What're you doing, anyway?"
"Xavier asked me to make a journal of everything that's going on while he's gone," Logan explained, becoming annoyed at the presence of Kurt.
Kurt stared at him, "That's stupid. Did he really ask you to do that?"
"Yes, now go away!" Logan snarled.
"That seems awfully long," Kurt looked at the stack of papers next the typewriter, "What're you writing in there?" He reached to pick up one of the papers, but Logan quickly grabbed his wrist tightly and began dragging Kurt out of the room.
"Forget about the novel. Just leave me alone," growled Logan.
"Didn't you say it was a journal?" Kurt asked.
"No!" Logan shouted, "And if you ask one more question I'll kill you!" Kurt's eyes widened in shock, and Logan realized his error. "I mean… uh… Please don't ask any more questions, Kurt. Now leave daddy alone so he can work." With that, he slammed the door in Kurt's face. Kurt stared at the door in confusion.
Finally alone, Logan turned back to the typewriter to get back to work but was surprised to find Lance standing behind him.
"What're you doing here?" he growled.
Lance smiled smugly at Wolverine, "They're getting in your way, aren't they? You know, there's a very simple solution to this problem."
Logan narrowed his eyes, "And what's that?"
"Kill them," Lance said nonchalantly.
Rolling his eyes, Logan took a seat at the desk and began to set up the next page on the typewriter, "Why would I kill them? They're good kids, most of the time."
Lance chuckled to himself, "Sure, but you didn't hear what they were saying about you. They've been talking about how they don't like you. They want to see you fail at this so that Xavier will fire you. That's why they're going to get in your way."
Logan jumped out of his chair, furious, "They won't get away with this!" He began running out of the room, knocking things over as he ran. He paused briefly in the door, then ran back in and knocked over the chair and nodded in approval. That done, he ran back out of the room to assure that Kurt and Rogue wouldn't get in his way.
His work done, Lance began laughing manically. He laughed for a couple minutes, then realized that he didn't know why he was laughing and exited the room.
To be continued in part three of Logan's dream. (sorry)
"Logan's really been acting weird," Kurt said, looking at the mentioned man, who was currently glaring at his plate of chicken.
Rogue nodded in agreement and wondered what the chicken had done to upset Logan, "Yeah, and he keeps saying that he talked to Lance, which we both know is impossible. Not after… the accident." It did, in fact, seem rather impossible. The entire Brotherhood of Mutants had all met an unfortunate death a couple months earlier, at the annual Brotherhood Picnic when a fight had broke out over the last taco.
"We aren't supposed to talk about the accident," Kurt whispered in shock. They were both relieved to see that Logan hadn't heard the mention. He was glaring even harder at the chicken now.
"Um… Logan?" Rogue was about to nudge him with her hand, when he suddenly turned towards the students with his claws out and snarled.
"I'LL SHOW HIM WHO'S INCOMPETANT!" he yelled into Rogue's face. He then ran out the door in the most competent manner he could manage. He couldn't waste precious competence time Opening doors, so he just smashed through them instead.
Rouge and Kurt stared after him in silence. They glanced at each other nervously, then sat down to finish their dinner.
The first month passed by without much difficulty. Logan continued acting very competent, while Rogue and Kurt continued fearing for their lives. Until one fateful night…
Logan was scrubbing the floor furiously. He still couldn't see his reflection in it. It was still unclean. He had been at it for a couple hours already, but he knew how the professor liked the floors to be shiny. They reminded Xavier of his own head.
Rogue wandered in and watched his cleaning frenzy. "Logan?"
He looked up at her with a snarl, "What!? What do you want?"
She took a step away from him and tried her best to smile nicely at him, "I was just wondering why your scrubbing the carpet like that. It's already clean. In fact, you're just scrubbing a hole right through it." Logan looked in shock at the hole he had created in the carpet. The professor wouldn't be please with this. "What have I done!?" Logan raised his arms into the air dramatically and wailed, "WHHHHHHY!?" He knew what he had to do. He'd put a rug over the hole so that nobody could see it. Xavier would never have to know. But what about Rogue? She had seen everything. She'd rat him out. She'd ruin everything.
Rogue started backing out of the room uneasily, "Well, um, I can see that you have things under control here… I think I'll just go see how Kurt's doing."
"Not so fast, Rogue," Logan stared at her ominously, "You know my secret. I can't let you leave." With that, he lunged at her, claws extended.
Rogue screamed and held her arms in front of her face as if to shield herself, "I'm sorry! I won't tell, I promise!"
Logan stopped midair and blinked. "Oh. Okay." That problem solved, he went about fixing the carpet, humming the song 'Happy Together' and smiling while he did so. While he was distracted, she made her way out the door. For a moment, she stood in the hallway being shocked.
Just then, Kurt ran up to her in a panic. "Rogue! It was horrible! Horrible!" he shouted, grabbing her by the shoulders, "I was just standing there and then the elevator doors opened up and all this blood came pouring out!
Rogue rolled her eyes, "Kurt, the elevators have ALWAYS done that. We've had this discussion before."
"Oh yeah…" Kurt got a far-away look in his eyes, then hopped on his tricycle and rode off down the hallway. He loved the tricycle. It reminded him of his childhood in Germany. His parents had bought him a small tricycle and played circus music while they charged people admission to see it. It was all great fun. He began to hum some of the circus music as he peddled around.
He was very happy until he turned around a corner and spotted a pair of twins standing in front of him. They both stared at him creepily.
Kurt's eyes grew wide, "Wanda!? Pietro!?"
"Hello, Kurt," they said in unison.
"Don't do that!" Kurt groaned.
"Do what?" they asked.
"That!" he pointed at them, "Talking at the same time. Even if you are identical twins, how do you do it? I mean, do you plan what you're going to say in advance or something?"
"We're not identical," they said in an annoyed voice.
Kurt looked confused, "But you're twins, right?"
"Yes, but we're fraternal twins," they explained, "Not identical twins."
"What's the difference," Kurt shrugged.
"Well," Pietro pulled out scientific pictures to indicate his point, "Identical twins derive from the same fertilized ovum that, at an early stage of development becomes separated into independently growing cell aggregations, giving rise to two individuals of the same sex, identical genetic makeup, and closely similar appearance. On the other hand, fraternal twins such as ourselves, derive from separately fertilized ova and that have different genetic makeup." He put the charts away and looked back at the confused Kurt, "That's why I can get my good looks from my father, and Wanda looks all weird like our mother."
"What!?" Wanda snarled as she glared at Pietro.
"Um… I mean…" Pietro nervously looked at Kurt, "I hope that clears things up for you."
"A little too much. And it doesn't explain why you're here," Kurt explained, "Aren't you dead?"
"Of COURSE we're dead," Pietro exclaimed. Wanda elbowed him hard in the side. "Er, no, we're not dead."
"But you were all killed in that horrible accident," Kurt looked from one twin to the other, "It was all over the news for days!"
"Days?" Pietro sighed, "Geez… we die and all they give us is a couple days coverage."
Kurt raised an eyebrow, "I thought you weren't dead."
"We weren't- aren't. But, um… Wanda?" he looked at his sister and shrugged.
Wanda rolled her eyes, "I should have KNOWN you'd mess this up."
He rolled his eyes, "Well, exCUSE me. I just don't like lying is all."
She scowled at him, "Yes you do! You lie all the time! This morning you told Toad that I wanted to go out with him."
"No I didn't!" Pietro looked shocked that she'd accuse him of such a thing.
Wanda scowled at him some more, "I was standing right next to you when you said it!"
"No you weren't!" Pietro gasped.
Wanda tried to suppress the rage that was growing inside of her. The worst part about this was that Pietro was already dead, so she couldn't kill him. "Look, Pietro, just forget about it for now. We just need to get Kurt out of the way so Lance can brainwash that stupid Logan guy. Lets just take Kurt and lock him and Rogue in the pantry or something?"
"Okay," Pietro said and turned around, only now realizing that Kurt had already snuck away, "Ah crap."
"Rogue! Rogue!" Kurt yelled as he ran down the hallways, waving his arms above his head in a panic. He ran past the kitchen, past the rec room, past the ballroom, past the forbidden dungeon, past Rogue, past the laundry room, past his bedroom, and into the study, where he finally found her. "Rogue, I'm so glad I found you! I saw some ghosts! I was lucky to escape with my life. I think we should get out of here, before the ghosts get us. Or worse, before Logan gets us. He's gone completely crazy and I think he'll kill us!"
"I'm not Rogue," Logan growled in annoyance.
Kurt stared at him for a moment, with wide eyes. He considered his options. He could run away, or stay behind and get killed by Logan. On one hand, he was tired from all the running he'd already done, but on the other hand, he really didn't want to be killed.
Before Kurt had a chance to run away, Logan had caught a grip on his tail and held him back.
Kurt screamed, "Please don't kill me! I'm too young and loveable!"
"I'm not gonna kill you!" Logan grumbled, to which Kurt slightly relaxed.
"Could you let me go, than?" He motioned to his tail, which Logan still had clenched in his fist tightly.
Logan sighed and did so, "Now leave me alone. I'm trying to get some work done."
Kurt peered over the man's shoulder and saw a typewriter, "What're you doing, anyway?"
"Xavier asked me to make a journal of everything that's going on while he's gone," Logan explained, becoming annoyed at the presence of Kurt.
Kurt stared at him, "That's stupid. Did he really ask you to do that?"
"Yes, now go away!" Logan snarled.
"That seems awfully long," Kurt looked at the stack of papers next the typewriter, "What're you writing in there?" He reached to pick up one of the papers, but Logan quickly grabbed his wrist tightly and began dragging Kurt out of the room.
"Forget about the novel. Just leave me alone," growled Logan.
"Didn't you say it was a journal?" Kurt asked.
"No!" Logan shouted, "And if you ask one more question I'll kill you!" Kurt's eyes widened in shock, and Logan realized his error. "I mean… uh… Please don't ask any more questions, Kurt. Now leave daddy alone so he can work." With that, he slammed the door in Kurt's face. Kurt stared at the door in confusion.
Finally alone, Logan turned back to the typewriter to get back to work but was surprised to find Lance standing behind him.
"What're you doing here?" he growled.
Lance smiled smugly at Wolverine, "They're getting in your way, aren't they? You know, there's a very simple solution to this problem."
Logan narrowed his eyes, "And what's that?"
"Kill them," Lance said nonchalantly.
Rolling his eyes, Logan took a seat at the desk and began to set up the next page on the typewriter, "Why would I kill them? They're good kids, most of the time."
Lance chuckled to himself, "Sure, but you didn't hear what they were saying about you. They've been talking about how they don't like you. They want to see you fail at this so that Xavier will fire you. That's why they're going to get in your way."
Logan jumped out of his chair, furious, "They won't get away with this!" He began running out of the room, knocking things over as he ran. He paused briefly in the door, then ran back in and knocked over the chair and nodded in approval. That done, he ran back out of the room to assure that Kurt and Rogue wouldn't get in his way.
His work done, Lance began laughing manically. He laughed for a couple minutes, then realized that he didn't know why he was laughing and exited the room.
To be continued in part three of Logan's dream. (sorry)