Chapter Two--Virtual Simulator

FUCK.

Dragon quickly spun around and kicked Wolverine in the face, sending Wolverine flying across the city they were battling in. Civilians were running around the city screaming as Wolverine grabbed Dragon's leg, steel claws digging in, leaving large ten-inch scratches down his leg. Dragon growled quietly in pain as Wolverine laughed softly in triumph. Dragon punched Wolverine in the stomach, making Wolverine's claws retract for a minute as he tried to get more air into his lungs, having been winded by the force of the punch. It felt like a sledgehammer had been thrown into his gut. Dragon waited for a little bit and when he made sure Wolverine was immobile, he walked over to the motionless body. He kicked the seemingly lifeless body, then gasped in pain as he felt steel break the flesh and dig in, snapping tendons and bone. Suddenly, Dragon's eyes glowed bright, almost iridescent turquoise. Wolverine pulled his claws out of Dragon's leg and immediately got into the defensive position.

Dragon's head snapped up, turquoise-blue eyes glowing brightly as a non-existent breeze suddenly picked up. The city started flickering violently before disintegrating completely, leaving nothing but the bright white walls of the virtual simulator. Wolverine looked for an escape route, not wishing to hurt his student, but he knew that he was trapped. He also knew that he could not talk his sparring partner out of doing anything deadly. Dragon was too far gone for that. It was too late. Wolverine flexed his steel-encased claws and watched Dragon acutely.

Dragon glared at Wolverine, slowly breaking down the mental walls that Wolverine had put up to shield himself from any form of mental manipulation. Professor Xavier had taught him the trick when Jean, the Phoenix, was still alive, to save him from being killed by her after she turned to Magneto's side. Dragon felt Wolverine's shields come crashing down and all of his memories poured into him. Dragon made Wolverine relive the murdering of his father again and again, watching the older man break was a pleasure for Dragon.

Just die already.

Wolverine shook his head, causing Dragon to started choking him. Wolverine took that opportunity to ram the claws of his left hand into Dragon's stomach. Dragon hissed in pain and dropped Wolverine, using his abilities to heal himself. Wolverine sighed in relief, his plan having worked, and got to the door, which burst into flames the minute he got to it. Wolverine jumped back from the flames as the flames circled around him, like a Python encircling its prey. The flames were getting closer and closer to him, the heat emanating from them already burning him, even though the flames had not touched him yet. The smoke got thicker, choking, suffocating him as he gasped for breath. He gasped as the flames engulfed him completely. His whole body was smoking, burning. He was going to die. Dragon's eyes glowed jet-black as he made the flames higher with just a thought. Wolverine was completely trapped. Slowly suffocating and burning.

"STOP!" A female voice screamed, bringing Dragon back to reality.

Dragon turned around, still manipulating the room to get hotter. The equipment in the room had already begun to melt. The white paint was melting off the steel walls. He saw Alexa and walked over to her. Wolverine looked at Dragon in shock and surprise, wondering if this was just a hallucination from lack of oxygen to his brain or maybe the smoke was making him see things, a mirage of sorts.

Alexa looked up at Dragon as he moved gracefully, almost cat-like towards her. She realized he was shirtless and how very built he was and looked down at the floor very quickly. Wolverine took one last gasp of breath and passed out, surrendering to his ultimate fate. Alexa was still looking at the ground shyly, innocently. Dragon lifted her face up to his, making him look into his black eyes that were gradually fading back to a light blue.

The flames died down and the room slowly began to go back to its regular temperature. Everything in the room was melted, slowly cooling down. Dragon looked around. It looked like they were trapped inside a Dali painting. It had been so long since he had lost control. He took a deep breath and gazed into Alexa's wide brown eyes. She was a comfort to him, although he had no clue why she made him feel that way.

Alexa tried to look away from Dragon's hypnotic gaze, but it was too late. She felt like she was falling into him. She tried to turn away from him, to not face him, but his grip tightened on her and she knew she was trapped. She struggled, and then as suddenly as he had grabbed her, she felt as though she was drowning in a frozen ocean before she heard something that brought her back to her senses quicker than anything in her life.

Mine.

Dragon pushed her away from him quickly. She looked up at him confused and hurt. He walked away from her without a backward glance. He could not believe that the new Mutant, a female at that, had broke into his mind. Even Professor Xavier could not break into his mind like she could, and he was the most powerful Mutant in the world when he was still alive, then the realization hit him hard and sent an icy thrill of terror into his body. He let her in. He let her into his mind. He had never let anyone into his mind before. No one. Not even Professor Xavier.

"A-are you o-okay?" Alexa asked from behind him.

Why does she fucking care so much? Because she is mine.