Disclaimer: I don't own the X-me. 'Nuff said. The characters that you don't recognise are mine, hands off!
Chapter 1:
Discovering Stryke
"Life is like sleeping…except I don't have to dream. I can create anything that I can imagine, and I created you. You are different from him. I didn't make the same mistake twice. I tamed you."
"Logan, she's awake," said Jean Grey. She set a cup of steaming coffee in front of the man often known as Wolverine and sat down beside him at the kitchen table.
"According to Hank's report she has suffered from a cruel case of neglect and undernourishment, and there are signs of abuse. But he discovered something more interesting."
Logan looked up from where he had gulped the coffee down and gave her a questioning glance.
"What's that?"
"She has almost your exact adamantium skeleton, except…more refined."
Jean frowned.
"It's as though Stryker wanted to make a copy of you, but this time he didn't make the same errors."
Logan frowned in deep thought.
"She doesn't have a scent, so I can't detect her, and she's smaller, more unnoticeable," he put the now empty cup down and got up. "I'm going to see her."
Jean's prescribed bath had done wonders for her, he noticed.
Her brownish hair had been made into a small braid that coiled over her neck, and touched one of her shoulders.
It was warm inside the mansion and she was dressed in cotton leggings and a simple, sleeveless top with an embroidered design around the waist.
She turned quickly and he could see that her eyes were peculiarly slanted and light blue in color.
He could sense her fear, but also her loneliness, her feeling of having been abandoned.
"What happened to ya, bub?" he questioned carefully, watching as her eyes widened.
She hissed suddenly, then leaped forward, ten claws erupting from her thin hands, headed directly for his throat.
He jumped to the side and she hit the wall, collapsing when she landed on the floor, the claws immediately retracting.
Near starvation had weakened her, he noticed.
If properly fed and trained, she would be very dangerous.
He had known, from the minute he picked her up, that she was more than her simple, neglected exterior showed her to be…
Stryker had made her, forming her as he had formed Wolverine not so long ago, taking a normal mutant and making extreme alterations until there was nothing of the old self left, only a despaired madness, and a feral attitude.
He saw her eyes glint before her anger faded and was replaced almost immediately by her depression.
She curled up into a ball and closed her eyes, laying there until he picked her up and carried her to her bedroom.
"What's your name?" he asked, tucking her into the bed.
She had immediately turned away from him, evidently ashamed of her failed attack.
In response, she lifted one of her legs from under the covers and showed him her ankle.
Securely fastened around her ankle was a slim chain, and on it a dog-tag that read
75-42
Stryke
1259 7458
It was some kind of code, he realized, turning the tag around. On the other side it said, simply
Daughter
A.N: A tiny chapter, I know. Anyway, let me make it clear that this is probably completely different from the movie and the comics, as I don't really read comics and I didn't much like the time-line of the movie.
Just to make it clear, Logan has all his adamantium, Rogue hasn't absorbed Carol Danvers, Jean Grey isn't Phoenix, Hank is Hank and Gambit is going to make an appearance later on.
Magneto never used Rogue to try to erase all humanity, her white stripes are part of her mutation, she doesn't have a little lovey-dovey thing with Bobby and Pyro never joined Magneto's gang
Thanks a lot to giveGodtheglory for his/her review. I took the scene from X-men: The Movie where Wolvie is driving in his truck with Rogue to inspire the lines of saying that Canada was snowy. Anyway, it looked like he was driving through Canada there, though I really wouldn't know.
I know that some parts of the story really didn't fit, but they will either be explained later on or merely left as "first-fan-fiction hiccups." Thanks a lot for the time you took to review.
I promise this story is going to take some more interesting turns and in my free time I will be writing a lot more.
-Truest Tears-
