Chapter 6
By Patriot for Christ
When Logan got back to the campground, he set to digging up a small trap. He planned to catch the X-men. Not exterminate them. He had been a friend with Scott and Jean ever since he came to know the X-men--more than ten years earlier. He was going to trick the Avengers into thinking that the X-men had been taken care of.
He dug all night, finally reaching a small pit that was around ten feet deep.
When everyone woke up, he lured them closer to the trap he had designed. Knowing they wouldn't suspect anything, he just led them on, claiming that there was something that he wanted to show them. He wanted to show them something, all right. But not something they wanted to see.
He was only leading the three that he had to terminate. He had it all planned out also. Since he knew plenty about herbs and spices and things that he could make them sleepy so that Rogue and Jean, whom could both fly, could not escape.
He had drugged their morning coffee half an hour prior. They would fall asleep sooner or later. And if they fell asleep too soon, Scott was easy to take care of.
He walked them to the area and quickly turned on them. He grabbed Scott by the neck and snapped him into unconsciousness. Jean and Rogue where now too drowsy to do anything. The simply dropped to the ground.
The trap area was right next to them, and he tossed them in before anything else happened. He quickly covered it up with dirt and small shrubs.
He took out a small phone and dialed the number that was on it for the Avengers. He was a friend of Steve Rogers--Captain America, so he could almost always talk with him.
He let the phone ring. Twice. Three times. Finally, someone picked it up:
"Hello? This is the Avengers home phone of Captain America. How may I help you?" a cheerful voice asked.
"Hi. This is Logan, from the X-men. I need to speak with Steve." Logan said.
"I'm sorry, Captain America is not available at the moment. May I take a message?"
"Yeah, just tell him that Logan called."
"Sure thing. I'll let him know as soon as he gets back."
Logan hung up the phone and flipped it into his pocket. Unfortunately Captain America wasn't there. Now what was he going to do? If he went back to the camp, the X-men would suspect something. Though they trusted him, they knew he was prior to turn on them. He could be like certain breeds of dogs, which was exactly how some of them treated him.
Knowing that he had to tough it up sooner or later, he made his way back to the X-men campground. "Too bad it's a two mile hike." he laughed to himself.
On the way back, he thought to himself, debating whether or not he should go back and get Scott, Jean, and Rogue. But then, he would have to explain himself. He would look like a fool, saying:
"Well, I heard that you guy's where doing illegal experiments on the mutants at the school. So, my mission was to take you guys out. I did that, but then I thought that I can't turn on you guys. Even if you where doing that. You guys where the ones that took me in. If I hadn't joined you guys, I would've never met my lovely wife--Storm, Ororo Munroe."
Then, Logan thought to himself, finally. He thought exactly this:
The X-men have always stood for stopping that sort of thing. Why would they start such a thing. How could they have hid it from him? He was the one and only mutant that could've figured that out without telepathic abilities. And, if they where doing it, why would all the mutants be exactly the same as the day they joined the academy? Why would the be doing it now, and not earlier or later? It didn't make sense.
Logan's eyes turned a shade of red as he looked around. He was about to go feral, he was so angry. Then, he saw exactly what he was going to take his rage out on-
"Why the angry face, Logan?"