Chapter 2

They heard their friends being dragged away, but they couldn't get out of the plane yet, there were too many men, too many minds for Jean to control.
They waited for quite a while before being able to get out of there. Kurt tried to take them quickly through all the corridors and security cameras. "We need to hurry…" Scott said impatiently. "I'm 'hurrying' as fast as I can!" Kurt said. Scott was about to ask Jean if she can sense them when they heard the professor's voice. He talked about the destruction of the world and getting rid of the "unfit". Whoever made professor say that had to be stopped, and in order to stop him, they needed to find their friends, fast!
Jean heard another message. It was meant just for her. "Help me, Jean…" pleaded professor. "The professor just spoke to me," Jean said. "I think he spoke to all of us…" Scott replied. "No, he sent me another message. Privately. I know where he is!"
They were trying to be so quick, they weren't careful enough. They got spotted. Kurt held Jean and Scott and carried them through another corridor. "How long can we keep doing this? I can run for a long time, but sooner or later, they'll trap us in here," Kurt thought.
They heard a growl coming out of a metal cell. "What is that? Some kind of animal?" Scott asked. "It's a man," Jean said. "Who is he?" Kurt asked. "A part of him's been taken away. They turned him into some kind of weapon," replied Jean. She got an idea. They could use their own weapon against them. Jean telekinetically opened the door.
The mighty animal stepped out of the room he was trapped in for so long. He was wearing nothing but pants, a helmet, and objects inserted in his ribs. He had no memories of who he was, no sense of his own identity, the only thing he had was his desire to kill.
He unleashed the fury on the men that held him captive, the monsters that tortured and experimented on him, stabbing and tearing them apart with his sharp claws, leaving blood graffiti on the walls. Some of them were foolish enough to shoot at him instead of running as far away as possible. He healed fast and continued to kill everyone in his path. Their own weapon was out of control, attacking its creators.
Jean, Scott, and Kurt followed the blood trail. Carefully approaching every corner just in case "the weapon" was there waiting for them. Jean slowed down, sensing he was near. It didn't take long to find him. There he was, the definition of primal, so muscular and animalistic. He was covered with the blood of his enemies. Their enemies.
Scott was taking his glasses off, ready to blast him when Jean stepped in. "Scott, don't!"
He was terrifying, and dangerous, she saw for herself, but for some reason she wasn't scared of him. "I can help you," Jean said telepathically. She started walking towards him, slowly, and he immediately retracted his claws. "Good, that's good," Jean thought. "Jean!" Scott called out when she was getting dangerously close to him.
The man was looking at her as if she were a fiery goddess. She was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. His breathing quickened, his big, muscular chest was rising up and down. Animalistic as he was, there was something gorgeous about him. At least to her.
Jean raised her hands and reached for his helmet, but he reflexively pushed her hand away. It made Jean flinch. She took a deep breath and tried again, raising her hands very slowly. This time he let her get close. Jean's breathing quickened, her heartbeat matched his. She took the helmet off his head and threw it to the ground. Then she gently placed her hands to either side of his head. He closed his eyes, fully sensing her gentle touch, her beautifully soft hands bringing him comfort. He felt at peace. Maybe for the first time in his life.
Jean reached deep inside his mind. She was going to give him back his memories, as many as she could possibly find. Then she saw it, felt it. The struggle of taming the animal, suppressing his urges, trying to be like a normal human being, the death of his loved ones that he couldn't prevent, the experiments, torture, suppression of the humanity in him. She felt his pain of opening up to people only to be violently taken from him. "Poor, poor man," she thought. James Howlett. Wolverine. "Logan…" she told him telepathically.
Logan opened his eyes. He was taking in every memory, all the pain but all the good stuff too. This fiery goddess gave him back his memories, his identity. He never stopped looking at her as he was removing objects from his body that were inserted in him for the experiment purposes. He would memorize her face; he would never forget the woman that gave him peace. He looked at Nightcrawler and Scott, then he looked at Jean one last time, and ran away from that terrible place. "What did you do to him?" Scott asked. "I reached into his past and gave him back a few moments. As many as I could reach," she said as she watched Logan run away.
"That's the last we've seen of this guy," Scott said. Jean hoped it wasn't.