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Chapter 1
The metal claws had left distinct marks on the hardened bed, seeing as how the original featherbed had been mutilated during prime time fits. Wolverine's hairy middle aged body was scrambling restlessly on the steel comforter as he struggled with anyone of his imagined archenemies. His state of mind had been severely affected by his confrontation with Magneto. Now only had he realized his role in the world was much more important than any other purpose he had previously set. Also, the encounter with Magneto had triggered the guns in his head and now the question bullets were splicing through his mind at the speed of sound. His bags had been packed and his leather boot had its toe on the mansion threshold when his southern bell, Rogue, had nabbed him.
"I'm not letting you outta my sight honey!" sassed Rogue.
Logan couldn't look into her eyes that day and not feel guilty for abandoning her when she needed him the most. The young'un had melted off Wolverine's icy cold shell and dug deep down into his warm and reclusive inners. She had sucked him back into the only spot he could call home. The grass patches in the snow covered fields of Alaska and the benches outside of Northwestern bars would never be his home again. He could only belong to the house in which supported his "special" talents.
The steel desolate walls of Logan's room reflected the lights shining through from the real world. The dawn unveiled a room replete with maps, newspaper clippings, and random objects all of which uncovered the man desperate to uncover his past.
The pink blanket adorned with lambs billowed in the air as Logan jolted awake. Dreams of the manipulator of metal knotting his veins, was too much to bear. Perhaps it was his animal instincts or just coincidence that as he awoke the emergency call echoed in the beast's cell.
"All X-Men please report to the briefing room immediately and prepare for departure." Professor Xavier's was only grave during desperate rimes when his unrelenting optimism wasn't radiating off of him.
The leather suit was slipped over the human fur and the gear was buckled on. The adamantine limbs were given a quick warm up while the pursuer of evil tread down to the subbasement. He stumbled upon his newly found acquaintances in the War Room. The unaged. White haired Storm stood tall in room prepared to take the lead on their rendezvous': Jean Gray stood by the weather queen, her forehead wrinkled as if she was trying to keep in any urge's of telekinetic power she may get. Logan gave her a quick checking out before her protection walked in.
"Speak of the devil" Logan thought to himself as the bulging biceps spokesman , Scott Summers, walked in. Cyclops walked with the same galas stride as he always did, his laser pointer glasses gleaming from the shine of the fluorescent lights.
"Oh Logan I Can't wait to go on another adventure with you. I swear I clicked my heels when I heard you wouldn't be leaving us. The thought of you leaving just sends me into as serious state of depression," jested the defensive mutant. Wolverine had gotten on Logan's bad side when he tried to hit on his uber hot girlfriend, Jean, the first time they met.
"It's just a joy for me to see your bright face day after day. I'll just make sure I don't get too close to those tazers," chided Logan.
"Enough please. WE have an event involving some of our dear friends. A few of our liaisons in our Southern quarters are in danger. Most of you know Gambit. I spoke with him and we discussed the possibility of our next enrollment in the making, 15 year old Allison. I only realized now that the heat index in Louisiana has been increasing rapidly possibly due to our new little prodigy. I want you all to go down to Louisiana and bring our friend home for some testing in the Danger Room. However, Cyclops you will be staying behinds and assisting me with classes. I was hoping we could employ some of our borderline X-Men. So I am going to get you Bobby Drake and Rogue. Storm I trust you to be an excellent mentor, but don't allow them to distract you from the main mission. I know Rogue will thoroughly enjoy a taste of home so let her relax a little bit." With that Prof. X set off to fetch his minors.
