Chapter 4: A Dangerous Room

"Open up!" A pounding on the door woke up Robert and Samantha, almost convincing them the police were at the door in their sleepy state of mind. The door flew open, and Cable and Scott came galumphing into the room, making lots of noise. Cable leaned over Samantha and said loudly, "Are you sleeping? Huh?" Samantha had to use all of her will to stop herself from impaling Cable with the bedpost.

Robert's will appeared to be failing at Scott, who was poking him continually, and jumped of the way when Robert striked out tiredly. "Hahahahaha! You're slow!" Scott mocked. Robert leaped up annoyed now. He grabbed Scott by the shirt and tossed him out into the hall. Cable looked frightened for a second, and joined Scott in the hall, who had a "Why did you do that for!" look on his face. Robert rushed to the door and slammed it closed

"Alright, seriously...You need guys to report to the danger room in an hour. Alright?"

"Where's that?"

"Next to my office."

"Where's that?"

"Down the hall from where we ate last night."

"Where's that?"

"...Alright...see you in an hour..." Scott mumbled annoyed.

The scene at breakfast was even more chaotic then the siblings awakening. The pissed mutant thing, Carlos, was spewing acid on his breakfast, and then slurping it up with his mouth pressed completely against the plate. The triplets looked almost a pale green, and were'nt touching their own breakfast, revolted at Carlos, who appeared to be smiling.

Adam was yelling at a completely innocent looking Katie, the toaster was smoking badly,or perhaps it was the toast, but whatever the case, Adam was raged he wasn't going to get his toast. Tom with his usual great amount of energy, was having fun annoying Zach, poking him at random places while he tried to eat, slapping his glass of milk when Zach tried to take a drink, causing him to spill milk all over himself.

"Perhaps...we can skip breakfast today..." Robert whispered to Samantha as the toaster now burst into flames.

"Where exactly was it we're supposed to go...?"

"The Danger Room."

"Uh okay... so where are we supposed to go?" The toaster now made a small explosion, fell off the counter and hit the ground with a clunk, two pieces of toast falling out. Adam's face turned beet red.

"Is that.. down the hall?"

"...Yes Robert. Are you an idiot? Didn't you even listen to Scott?"

"Which hall, IDIOT?"

The Walter sisters were now actually vomiting, Carlos had gone onto his third plate. Robert heard him say something like "It takes a lot to fill me up...hehehehe."

"Urrrr that one!" Samntha pointed randomly to the one to the left.

"Fine, I'll go right then." Robert said defiantly.

Tom flew against the wall, Zach stood up, a mutant ant now, and was making a strange gurgling sound.

"Ok."

Samantha headed off the left hallway, Robert pushed through the breakfast crowd and went down the hallway. No elevator in sight. Scott's room? Indeed, there was the the leaders room, left wide open. Robert looked around for a second, and dove in. Scott's room was rather empty, with the exception of a few pictures of a red headed woman, and his mess of a desk. Robert walked curiously over to the desk, scanning over his desk for anything intresting. He picked and important looking letter addresed to Scott. He couldn't help himself from reading it.

"Dear Scott,

Hello Scott, this is one of the hardest letters I'll ever have to write.

Just as X had said, I've been monitering my students, I already know

which student is working with "them", and for the sake of all mutant-kind, I

know what I'll have to do. My service to the mutants, all, mutants, has been for

the good I hope. Please do not let my life end in vain, you must make sure

everything goes according to plan. I'm deeply sorry about this, but it must be

done. Tell everyone I said hi. And bye.

Your's forever,

Emma."

There appeared to be dried wet spots on the paper, either Emma's tears, or Scott's, or possibly both. Robert had no clue what the letter was talking about, just that this Emma was going to die soon, for reasons he couldn't understand either, and that she was important to Scott. Robert felt sorry for Scott for a moment, he really wondered what was making the mutant tick, what he felt, and if he was doing what the letter said he should be doing.

Robert longed to read something else on Scott's desk in an attempt to find out more about Scott, but the only thing he could find was a framed picture. He picked it up or closer inspection. The top of it was titled, "X-men".

In the picture, a bald man in a wheelchair sat up front, behind him stood Scott, and a white haired woman, behind them, a row of four, a short hairy man that was looking grimly at the camera, next to him, a blue beast animal, who was wearing glasses, another blue skinned man was standing next to him, a forked tail could be seen behind him, and a rather normal man stood next to him, Robert recognized as Bobby Drake. Behind them all was a man with giant angel wings spread out. It was a rather nice picture, Robert wondered who all the x-men were.

For another twenty minutes, Robert looked around the room, now very curious about these mutant related things, until he remembered he was supposed to go to the danger room. In a rush, he ran out the door.

Scott looked at his watch, clearly annoyed, but was expecting Robert to be late. Just as he had this thought, the danger room door flew open, Robert stumbled in, panting. Robert looked at his surroundings, he appeared to be in a metallic type room. A small room was on the ceiling, filled with the students who had arrived on time. Samantha could be seen mock laughing at Robert in the cramped little room.

Scott's voice filled the room, "Ok Robert. You're last meaning... your first. Prepare yourself while I prepare the room." Scott poked Cable, who strated pressing different buttons. As Robert watched, he started turn into a wolf. A sense of pleasure ran through his body, but scaring him, thinking it was pleasure. Robert was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts by a robotic voice, "Logan's training initiated. 5...4...3...2...1... Training initiated!"

"Hey my name's not Logan!" Robert shouted up at the room, he could see Scott yelling at Zach, who was smiling mischiouvously. Robert already knew something bad was going to happen. The whole room began to rumble, little doors slid open. Metallic claws slowly lifted out of the doors. The ground began to elevate, a few of the tiles glowed red, and then stopped. booby traps most likely. Multiple guns poked out around the perimeter of the roof. And finally, little metallic round robots floated out, humanoid robots moved swiftly out their little doors.

"Booting session in 10 seconds."

Robert glanced around uneasily. He tensed himself, and took in his surroundings.

"Booting session in 5 seconds"

Robert closed his eyes, making sure he remembered what he had seen, the layout of new terrain.

"Booting session begin."

The whole room was filled with noise and movement. Every thing was aiming at Robert, the guns rattled off, the metallic balls rammed themselves against Robert, the claws made an attempt to grab him, the robots moved in closer, but the worst part, the ground changed constantly.

Robert instantly found himself in pain, coming from all sides. His natural reaction was to begin slashing wildly, he felt his claws rip through metal, things hitting the floor with a clang. As the pain intensified, he realized he actually might have to use a bit more thought. He made an immediate leap onto a rising tile and leapt off onto one of the ceiling guns, a machine gun appearently. It was big enough to sit on, he forced the gun off it's track with a loud ripping sound.

He could now aim the gun at whomever he like, so he spun it at the rest the guns, who gave a small explosion, and pulled back into the wall. Robert leaped down happily onto one of the robots, tearing out it's circuitry. But to his horror, more guns slid out of the wall, replacing the broken. Even more to his horror, they appeared to be shooting missles a him. His body went into overdrive, destroying everything he could even though whatever he destroyed was immediately replenished. After five minutes, he could hardly move anymore, yet he was still pushing, wondering if anyone was even trying to stop the session.

In his pain filled state, he stepped onto one of the trap tiles, instantly exploding, his smoking body fell right into one of the claws. The claw dug sharply into his back, he felt blood trickle down. All of the missles flew down towards him from the guns. The little balls charged themselves against Robert, then exploding. At this point, Robert no longer managed to maintain his wolf form, his squishy human body now taking damage. Robert fell unconcious at this point.

"STOP IT!" Samantha yelled. "I uh can't..." muttered Cable. Samantha grabbed Cable and through him effortlessly out of the way. Samantha pounded on the console until a voice said "Training aborted! Final Score, 4000. Rank, Skilled. Next level at 5000."

"SCORE?" Outraged Samantha. She grabbed Cable, and dragged his unusally limp body into the elevator. Scott watched as Samantha threw Roberts body onto her shoulder, shoved Cable forward and they went out the door.

"So... uh... who's next...?" Scott said lamely. The Walter's, Adam, and Katie all glanced out the charred, blood covered battlescene.

"Errr...no thanks we value our health..."

Tom and Carlos looked at each other and nodded. "We do. Give us Logan's training. Together we'll do well."

Scott almost laughed at them. "Uhhhhh... okay"

Twenty minutes later, both were also heading to the hospital wing. As everyone began to file out of the room, the robotic voice filled the air,

"Training aborted! Final Score, 3900. Rank, Trained newbie. Next level at 4000."

Scott smiled, thinking about Robert as the elevator headed up to the hostipal wing.

Ed. Note: I'm not suppose to put these in huh? Oops. Wow! did this chapter do something writer's like to call forshadowing? Wooooo! Nonetheless I still have tons of room to improve in my witing. Errr... and yes, spread the word! Fanbase! Cool. Thanks everyone for your kind words and support, this story wouldn't be possible if you hadn't said anything about it. Thanks again. Matthew Duran