Chapter 4. A Helping Hand
Wolverine's vision transferred into a blinding light blue, and he felt his feet leave the ground, and then his entire body was thrown backwards into the nearest wall. "God dammit!" He screamed loudly, and he felt something thud down beside him. His vision cleared, and infront of him lay an even more beaten Vision. Wolverine sat up, now on his knees, and felt for the other man's pulse. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found it, and then turned to see the mutilated bodies of over thirty soldiers, all lying around in several pieces. Blood covered the snow around him. Standing in the middle of the genocidal mess was Dr. Manhattan, in all his shining, blue glory. "You sonova..." Wolverine started, but Manhattan just smirked. "Looks like I saved your life again Logan." Wolverine slid his claws out, standing and beginning to angrily sprint at the blue man.
"I've had it with you!" Wolverine dove for Manhattan, eager to teach him a lesson. Suddenly, he disappeared and Wolverine landed in the snow. He quickly got back to his feet, looking around. "Where'd you go? You afraid now, Manhattan? C'mon... I ain't through with you yet!" A sudden impact drove into Wolverine's back, sending him flying several yards and causing him to hit the snow again, this time feeling slight pain. He looked up as Dr. Manhattan stood above him, one finger pointed directly at him.
"I really don't want to have to kill you, Logan. But, if I must..." Suddenly, Manhattan began to tremble, and both hands went to cradle his head as he backed away from Wolverine. "Argh... what... what's happenin..." He exploded in a brilliant blue light, and standing in his place was Vision. Logan panted and stood. "I owe you one..." Vision smiled wryly. "You owe me nothing, only..." Vision's left arm suddenly exploded, sending sparks and a thick, black liquid all over the snow around him. He turned slowly to see Dr. Manhattan again, who had fired the blast that had destroyed Vision's arm. Vision looked back at his arm, then at the ground, before smiling widely and slowly looking back up at Manhattan. Wolverine realized what was about to happen. "Vision, no!" It was too late. Without warning, Vision blasted forward towards Manhattan, who calmly fired a single blast from his right hand into his attacker. Vision exploded midflight, his body parts flying in all directions. Wolverine jumped forward, claws extended, screaming in anger. Before he made contact with Manhattan, however, something smashed into him, causing him to fall into the snow and roll a few feet. He looked up to see a tall, dark figure, a cape billowing in the wind behind him. Manhattan stood calmly as Vision's head began to sprout a neck, which led to shoulders, which led to arms and a torso. Fully repaired, Vision stood, glaring at Manhattan.
"Bruce..." Wolverine began. Batman stepped into the moonlight. "It's Batman right now, Wolverine. Manhattan, transfer us back to the base. This instant."
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"What were you two thinking!?" Xavier yelled at Vision and Manhattan, the two of them standing in front of the large oak desk in the older man's office.
"I knew Vision would repair himself. I was just trying to end the fight. I could have actually killed him if I was trying."
Xavier looked to Vision. "And what exactly were you thinking?" Vision looked at the ground.
"I knew he'd come back. He was about to kill Logan."
Xavier's eyes widened. "Is this true, Dr. Manhattan?"
Manhattan looked surprised. "No... Logan attacked me, so I threw him into a wall. Next thing I know, my atoms are splitting apart."
Xavier sternly looked at both of them. "I'll leave both of you too with a warning. Now, get out of my office." The two stood, walking towards the door. "Wait, Vision, stay here for a minute." Manhattan left, and Vision turned to Xavier.
"Yes?"
"You'll be teaching the students Physics. Now, your room number is 311. Get out of my sight. You two have angered me beyond belief." Vision nodded, and phased through the door behind him.
Xavier sighed, massaging his temples. Suddenly, his door swung open. Standing in the doorway stood a man wearing a black sweater and a pair of blue jeans. Standing in front of him was a man in a pair of gray pants, a large brown coat, and a pair of plain brown shoes. He was wearing a white mask that completely covered his face and head, the bottom inside his jacket. A blank ink blot sat square in the middle, and it shifted as he set his eyes on Xavier.
"Evening." The man said, stepping toward Xavier's desk. "I'm here to join your school. I don't have any powers or anything like that, but I want to help people." He fixed the white scarf that was around his neck, and then extended a gloved hand to the crippled man behind the desk. "Forgive me, for I've been so rude. Call me Rorschach."
Ok so I'm returning to this story. Keep in mind, Rorschach wasn't insane from the start. I may have taken a few liberties with Vision's powers. Anyway, for the people who want me to explain these characters in this universe, I can release a biography chapter if it matters that much. I'd rather not. Anyway, please review. I want some hope for this story.