A/N: This one is also dedicated to Cloudy-TheNightMareQueen because nobody else has reviewed yet. Who knows, maybe I'll dedicate it to someone else if I get another review. (hint hint)
"You're a weapon. Why would someone be given these if not to kill?" I looked at my hands. They began changing before my eyes. Two pieces of bone sliced their way through the tissue between my knuckles. I looked at the blood dripping down my hands and... Was woken up by Bobby's exclamation. "What the hell man? It's the middle of the night," I grumbled throwing off my covers. As I was lifting the covers off I felt a sharp pain in my leg and saw a spray of blood. I jumped up, looking at the bed. What the hell? Nothing in the bed. "Dude, look at your hands," Bobby whispered in shock. I looked down. They looked like they had in my dream, only instead of bone they were a sharp, silver metal. "What the fuck?" Are these dreams real? What the fuck is happening to me? Bobby was staring at me. "What the hell are you yelling about?" Logan growled entering the room. And then he noticed my hands. He snarled and raised his hands, claws extended. It's just proof of how out of it I was that I didn't immediately try to get him to put those away. "What the hell do you know! These look like yours! What the fuck is happening to me?" At this point I could hear the other students gathering outside our door, but I was too panicked to care. "You know something! There's no way three people can get the same goddamn mutation by chance when I've NEVER seen two people with the same one! SHUT UP!" Logan roared, shocking the hell out of me. He made a visible effort to calm himself. "Kid, I don't know any more about this shit than you do, so instead of yelling your head off at me and waking everybody else up, why don't we go have a talk with the professor?" I don't give a shit about everyone else. They lose a few hours of sleep? I'VE GOT METAL CLAWS GROWING OUT OF MY GODDAMN HANDS. Of course I didn't say that. I don't have a death wish. "Fine," I hissed. "Everybody get back to bed," Logan snarled as we exited the room. When I entered the hallway I could hear their shocked whispers at seeing my hands. I growled under my breath and followed Logan to the professors office.
"Come in Logan, Matthew." I've been living here for years but I'm never gonna get used to that. I glance at the scared kid following me, my thoughts whirling. He had claws? The entire time? Why didn't he use them in that fight? I look at Charles' face when the kid enters the room. He doesn't look surprised. And he didn't mention the damn kid had claws? I think back to that night...
He looked up suddenly, gasping. "What the hell happened this time, Chuck?" I demand. "I can't go through all his memories. It would take weeks." He gasps. "What's the problem? His memories... all of them are tinged with hatred. Hatred so strong feeling it makes me sick." Not really surpising if they did something comparable to what Laura went through. "So what did you see? He went through training similar to Laura's. HYDRA was responsible for this too." That company never ceases to piss me off. "How did he get free? He waited. For eight years he waited. Then one night, one of his... handlers was careless. They left him a way out. He escaped. Killed everyone in the facility. But he didn't stop there. Using the files he obtained from the facility's computer he hunted down every other HYDRA base in North America." He killed the entire HYDRA organization by himself? Then how did we put him down so easily? "And he killed em all, right Chuck?" I noticed the looks of horror on everyone's faces, save Laura and Charles. "He did. Then why attack us? What did we do to him?" Charles shook his head. "All I saw before the hatred distracted me was a file on Weapon X. Presumably, he meant to kill you so no one else could copy HYDRA's work." The kid had guts. Too bad he was wrong. "If going into his head hurts you professor..." I began. "Maybe we should just cut right to the erasing his memories part. We saw the important ones. I agree," Scott said. I looked at him in mock suprise. "Save it Logan. We don't need to know his entire past. Just the important parts. You guys agree?" The others nodded. "Looks like this is it professor." Charles nodded, and bowed his head in concentration.
"Professor," the kid began, "How is this possible?" He raised a bleeding hand. "Sometimes mutations appear after puberty. It is not unheard of." The kid laughed mirthlessly. "Really? Huh, I haven't heard any of the other students talking about claws growing out of their hands suddenly. In fact, I can only name two other mutants with these claws. How bout you don't talk to Chuck like that, bub? He's trying to help you and you're mocking him?" He looked at me and for a second I almost went for his throat right there. The look in his eyes was downright murderous. Then his brows furrowed in confusion."I'm sorry professor it's just... this night has been really unnerving so far. I didn't mean to be rude. Apology accepted Matthew. Professor, why do all three of us have the same mutations? Are we... related somehow? Or is it just pure chance?" The professor sighed. "I can't say. It seems very unlikely that all three of you develop the same mutation, but as we don't have any evidence of a relationship..." He's buying it. Good. "Then professor, I have one more question. In my dream, these claws were bone. Was that just a dream? What exactly happened in this dream? I dreamt that someone was talking to me... something about me being a weapon and when I looked at my hands these claws were there only they were bone." He's remembering. "Well, worrying as that dream is, it appears to be just a dream. Logan and Laura have both had metal claws for as long as I can remember." He looked uneasy but didn't argue. "Thanks professor. I think I'll just go back to bed then. School tomorrow. Good night Matthew."
I turned to leave as well but the professor stopped me. "Logan, may I have a word?" Grumbling I stalked back to his desk. Thankfully, he wasted no time getting to the point. "He's remembering faster than he should be. I believe his healing factor is helping his mind to recover more quickly." Just great. God forbid something goes right in this place for once. "How long do we have Chuck? This just a guess, but at most? A week. So we're gonna have to be very careful around him." Good thing about Laura being here. I can just make her watch him. Laughing at the thought I walked out, leaving behind a bemused Charles Xavier.