Author's note: I finally found the words I have lost for over a month now. I still don't own bla, bla, bla…

A huge 'Thank You' belongs to Logan, Bobby and Scott better known as Wolverine, Iceman and Cyclops. They are my muse and will be as long as the movie plays in theatres!

Reviews are welcome, I beg ya!!!!

Chapter12: In the Middle of Danger

Adam and Jesse walked through the hall. The younger man turned around from time to time, obviously very nervous. He seemed agitated about something but Adam couldn't tell what it was.

They reached the kitchen where Jesse let the older man pass before he closed the door behind them. Leaning back against the wood, he stared at the father-like figure in front of him.

Adam turned on the coffee machine, brewing the strong liquid the way they liked it. All of a sudden, Adam turned around and brown eyes focused in on Jesse's blue ones, searching deep within them, trying to find the reason for his anxiety. When he spoke his voice sounded as calm as always, though touched with a little curiosity.

"You want to talk or just drink a coffee?"

Jesse shrugged his shoulders. A dark shadow seemed to slide over his face, making his features look odd and jumbled for a second.

Adam swallowed his thoughts and waited for an answer.

"Talk, I think."

"Let's sit down then. Milk?"

Jesse nodded and then sat down in the chair on the opposite side of the table. He played nervously with his hands, twisting his fingers while Adam put his hands flat on the table's surface.

The smell of the hot drink filled the room, failing to bring a more comfortable atmosphere to the room with it.

"Have you ever lost someone you love with your whole heart? Have you ever felt torn apart by the pain? Filling your veins with a hot and burning agony?"

Adam kept silent, giving him time to explain, his unspoken thoughts racing through his mind.

"Have you ever felt the anger it brings when someone you love turns her back on you? When she's taken away from you?"

Still, Adam didn't say anything. He knew that Jesse was talking about a girl and mentally began to worry.

"Have you ever wanted to punish a person for hurting you? Make them feel the pain they made you feel? I mean, really kill someone, slowly, without mercy?"

Adam chose to speak for the first time now. He couldn't keep quiet anymore.

"Yes, I have felt that kind of pain and loss, but I never imagined killing anyone. And I doubt you do."

His eyes never left Jesse's when he took a sip from his coffee-mug. He saw a light smile curl the side of his mouth ever so slightly.

"Why not?"

His voice sounded amused and almost angry at the same time.

"Because I've known you for years, Jesse! You are not the type of guy to hurt someone, or even go out and kill a person, no matter how much you may desire to do so!"

Adam spoke determined to convince Jesse to believe in what he said.

He didn't expect his answer though.

Jesse laughed in a way he'd never seen him laugh before.

His worries crept to the surface. This was not the Jesse he knew.

Adam was startled when Jesse stopped abruptly, hitting both fists hard on the table. His features flickered again, appearing strange and out of place, like his behaviour.

"You know me? I don't think so old man. You have no idea who I am and I am sure, you don't want to know!"

Adam calmed down again. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.

"And why do you think that Jesse?"

"Because…"

Now it was Jesse's turn to lean forward, bringing their faces as close together as possible.

Adam saw him very clearly. He saw the blue-grey colouring of his eyes, blond hair shimmering gold in the bright lights of the kitchen. His well shaped features with high cheekbones and full lips. He saw his smile, devilish and so unlike Jesse's smile.

He saw his hand come up, felt him take his chin in a strong grip.

"…I am not Jesse!"

Adam heard the words and saw Jesse's features vanish, transforming into someone new. His eyes grew wide with surprise.

Blond hair grew a little longer, blue-grey eyes turned piercing blue and a small, lean body turned into a broad, muscular build.

The breath Adam was holding escaped in a surprised gasp from his lungs. Still he stared wide-eyed at the man before him. One single question crossed his mind and stayed there.

Ezra smiled. He seemed to know his thoughts, as if he were able to read them, because what he said next, after releasing his chin, was exactly what Adam had been thinking.

"It was your friend Jesse who caused me all this pain. He is in the lab now. You want to know what I did to him?"

Adam barely nodded his head in answer.

Ezra pulled the large hunters knife from his pocket and placed it between them on the table. The once shiny blade was now covered in dry, flaky substance. It had the dirty brownish colour that Adam immediately recognized as blood!

"How long, do you think, could he survive? With both wrists sliced open like a piece of meat?"

He stroked the knife like a beloved pet.

"He is a strong one, your little Jesse, as strong as my girlfriend was. She fell unconscious when I cut into her cheeks. She never woke up when I stabbed her eyes out with shards of glass. And her heart was still pumping strong when I placed it in her hand. It was such a beautiful sight!"

Ezra's eyes lost focus for a moment, as he got lost in memories.

'If I'm going to do something, I better do it now!' Adam though and with all his strength, he pushed the table against the shape-shifter. When it connected with his body, the force was hard enough to knock him out of his chair, causing him to cry out in pain.

In an instant, Adam was on his feet, taking his chair and throwing it with all his might onto Ezra. The light wood shattered on impact, the debris covering the body on the floor.

Adam rushed to the door, pulling it open quickly. For the split second he looked back and what he saw, made his heart skip a beat.

The man he had mistaken as Jesse was already getting to his feet again. He was bleeding from various scratches from where the wood cut into his skin and he was shaking visibly. And in his bloody fist he held the knife he'd used on Jesse.

Anger was written all over his face and it was this anger that was giving him the power to overcome his physical and emotional pain.

Adam turned and ran.

Tbc

Another note:

I have decided to stop writing Mutant X when this is done and move over to the one Section my heart belongs to since almost 16years now. Because once upon a time, a little girl age 11 discovered the world of the X-Men. In the years to come she seemed to have forgotten about the ones she loved until one fine day, a remarkable filmmaker named Bryan Singer turned the world of comic into something real. And f*** yes, he did well!!!

Anyway, the X1 was great but X2 is hot as hell, excuse my words. It is also Inspiration and Muse and worth writing about it. Beautiful pairings.

Jean and Scott, Jean and Logan, Bobby and Marie, Logan and Mystique, Storm and Kurt, Eric and Mystique, Logan and Bobby, Logan and Scott, Logan with everybody because Logan is GOD…

Mutant X is cancelled over here in Germany and watching the few episodes over and over again is not what I need right now, I am sorry. I have one more story in progress right now, even when Megara seems not to be interested in writing it anymore.

Maybe I will write a crossover; I'd love to see Brennan with Logan, LMAO! Ok, enough now, I'm off to go to sleep and write the next chapter!