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X-Men 3
May 11, 2006 22:50:48 GMT -5
Post by washu on May 11, 2006 22:50:48 GMT -5
My turn for this. I've been writing this for a loooong time, ever since the second movie was about to come out in theaters. I read the novelization and set my plans for the third movie. This is my take on it. There's some similarities between this and the movie, but I swear it wasn't me. I've put Gambit and Beast in this one, along with a few more to come later on. I'm revising at the moment, with 23 chapters as of today. This is on fanfiction.net, but I haven't updated it in a while. I also have it on Cerebro's X-Men Forum. Here's the first chapter. Comments are welcomed. Title:[/u] X-Men 3 By:[/u] Amber Rating:[/u] PG-13 Status:[/u] WIP
Chapter One There were white masked men and women everywhere. They surrounded him. Needles, scalpels, who knew what else were in their hands. At one moment, he thought they had assumed he was sleeping. Maybe they had given him something to knock him out. Well, it was certainly wearing off. He looked around, at the people that surrounded him. He made a weak cry for help. They just stared at him. One of them laughed. Now he knew they didn’t think he was sleeping. He was wide-awake and they knew it. They were operating on him and he was wide-awake. But just wait one second, saying they were “operating” on him wouldn’t give the word justice. No, they were picking into him; ripping his skin wide open. There were pink livid scars all over his body to prove that. He could feel the pain. What were they trying to put into him? He looked around and saw people standing around with clipboards in their hands. They were taking notes. With amounting horror, he saw that they were taking notes on him. He closed his eyes and opened them again, wishing everything would go back to normal. No such relief came to him. The pain was now growing more intense. He could almost hear the darkness calling his name as he fought to stay conscious. He cried out, pleading with them to stop. He didn’t want this anymore, whatever he had agreed to. He just wanted them to stop. But they only laughed at him. They knew he could heal. They knew he would survive. A little pain meant nothing to him. They wanted him to be able to remember everything they did to him. One of the masked men moved closer to him, his scalpel gleaming in the light overhead. He knew what the masked man was going to do now. He was going to slice his face open. The man continued to bare down on him, scalpel coming ever closer to him, the man strapped down on the table . . . ‘NO!’
Logan awoke with a start. Cold sweat was pouring down his body. His white tank top stuck to his chest. He gasped for air as he remembered his surroundings. That wasn’t too hard. He was on the floor and his room was in shreds.
There was that dream again, he thought bitterly to himself as he looked around at the damage he had done. The same dream I keep havin’ constantly every night since I’ve bin here . . .
Bits of pillow and pieces of the bed sheet covered the floor. This was the fourth time it had happened in one week. His mattress was ripped to shreds. He massaged his left hand over the spaces between his knuckles where the claws extended while the dull pain of them faded away. He saw he had done a number to the floor . . . again. He leaned back on the wall he was closest to. He sighed as he shut his eyes. After fifteen minutes, it was apparent that he wasn’t going to sleep anytime soon.
Deciding that he didn’t want to see the white masked people again in his dreams, if he ever did go back to sleep, he got up and headed downstairs. As many times since he had gone down to the kitchen, he could have walked there blindfolded. He silently made his way to the kitchen and smelt someone before he entered.
Rogue had been up since 1:00. She sat on one of the chairs in the kitchen. She had a soda bottle in her white-gloved hand and her back to Logan. As he silently padded in, she would have never known he came into the room until he stopped short to see whom he would be sharing the kitchen with tonight.
She turned around. ‘Oh, hey Logan.’ Her southern drawl could not go unnoticed.
‘Hey,’ he answered her back as he made his way to the refrigerator. Rogue smiled silently as she saw the disgusted look on his face when he surveyed what there was to drink.
‘There’s some soda in the very back,’ she offered. He looked deeper and found a six-pack of Dr. Pepper. He pulled the whole pack out and made his way to the other chair.
‘Couldn’t sleep?’ she asked as he popped the bottle open and sighed.
‘How could ya tell?’ Logan asked before taking a drink.
She looked at him more closely. ‘Somethin’ wrong? You’re drenched in sweat!’
‘I’ll be fine, darlin’,’ he assured her in a tone that meant all too clearly that he didn’t want to talk about it.
They sat in silence for a while. Rogue played with her bottle top.
‘Heard Charley’s got us another mission soon,’ Logan said, breaking the silence.
‘Really? Does that mean Bobby and I can come too?’ she asked.
‘I’ll ask,’ Logan replied.
Just then his ears picked up a set of footsteps coming their way. His smelling picked up a peculiar scent that he recognized instantly. Rogue turned around and saw that it was Jean Grey. She felt her way to the kitchen, her eyes strangely milky, lacking pupil and iris.
‘Hello Rogue. Hello Logan,’ she said as she moved to the refrigerator, just slightly feeling her way to it.
‘I’ll get whatever you need,’ Logan offered, since he was closest to the refrigerator.
‘That’s quite all right. I’m fine,’ Jean said as she reached it.
Sometimes I wonder if Miss Grey is really, totally blind. By a glance, she walks and acts almost as a normal person would, Rogue thought suddenly.
And may I remind you that I tap into people’s visual receptors and use them as surrogate eyes to actually “see” my way around, a voice inside Rogue’s head said.
Jean then appeared from the refrigerator and smiled gently in her direction.
‘I’ll never get used to that ’ Rogue said as she smiled and blushed.
‘Sorry, but I’ll leave you two to your conversation,’ Jean said as she made her way back down the hall with a water bottle in her hand.
Logan was silent.
‘Why do you act that way around her?’ Rogue wondered before she could think about stopping herself.
‘What’re you talkin’ about?’ he asked gruffly.
‘Well, um, what I meant was . . .’ she said as she tried to explain. ‘I just think you act differently towards her when she’s around.’
Logan didn’t answer her back.
‘But now, I guess it doesn’t really matter, since she’s gone and all,’ Rogue said.
‘What?’ Logan asked sharply as he looked up at her. Her white streaks started to fade into red, like the rest of her hair. Her face changed, along with her body. He was now looking at Jean Grey where Rogue had once sat.
‘It doesn’t matter anymore, right Logan?’ her haunting voice questioned. ‘ The hell?!’ Logan muttered as he shot up.
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X-Men 3
May 12, 2006 0:08:48 GMT -5
Post by Weather Goddess on May 12, 2006 0:08:48 GMT -5
;D ;D ;D Oooo wow! Great stuff! keep it coming! ;D ;D ;D
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X-Men 3
May 12, 2006 0:25:06 GMT -5
Post by washu on May 12, 2006 0:25:06 GMT -5
w00t! Someone replied! You get a cookie with your favorite X-Men on it!! ^_^ Chapter Two [/b][/u] Logan was drenched in sweat. He looked around and saw that he was on the floor. Fluff and pieces of mattress were everywhere, namely in his hair. He brushed some off his sweaty shoulder. He pinched himself and looked around again. He was still there. He let out a huge sigh and closed his eyes. He opened them and saw that the floor around him had deep gashes in it. He rubbed the last of the dull pain out of his knuckles as he grimaced at the gashes. He sighed again and got up, rather stiffly. He realized he had done a number on his own self as well during the double dreams, but his healing factor was taking care of that. He looked for his clothes and headed for the shower. Burning hot water shot out at him, but he liked it that way. He stood there and let the hot water beat down on him as he thought about his dreams. She had been in one of them . . . again. It had been six months since he and the other X-Men (including Professor Xavier) escaped the Alkali Lake Industrial Complex. Six months since William Stryker’s death. He could have been the only man that had answers to all of Logan’s questions about his past. But it was all gone now. No one could have survived the dam spill. And speaking of the dam spills, it had also been six months since Jean Grey’s heroic death as well. Logan beat himself up inside when he thought about how he could have done something that might have saved her. Apparently, she was thinking the same thing down in her watery grave. She hadn’t stopped haunting his dreams for a while now. He could only imagine what Scott’s dreams were filled with. He got out of the shower with her still on his mind. Coming out, he sensed it was 3:30 AM. He dried off and put his clothes on, deciding to head down to the kitchen. Thankfully, he was the only one there at this time of night. When he was on his fourth Dr. Pepper, it was 4:15. He got up; carrying the other three empty bottles and threw them away. He picked up his fourth and left the kitchen, going the opposite direction to his room. Outside the stars were shining brightly. The half-moon was up in the night sky, watching the world as most of its population slept. Logan quietly opened one of the double doors of the X-Mansion and stepped into the night air. He gazed up at the night sky and leaned back on the door, closing it with a snap, and sighed again. I gotta do somethin’ ‘bout those dreams . . . he thought. Somethin’ . . . Rogue woke with a bolt. She was in the kitchen. She looked at the clock on the wall. 7:30 AM. She looked around her and saw the half drunken water bottle by her arm. She remembered coming down here around 4:30 because he hadn’t been able to sleep. Bobby Drake was getting some orange juice from the refrigerator. She yawned as he poured himself a glass. ‘Morning sunshine,’ he said as he saw she was up. ‘I probably look nothin’ like it,’ she said as she stretched. ‘You’re beautiful anytime,’ he assured her as they both smiled. ‘Orange juice?’ ‘When I come back; I gotta go change,’ she said as she ran up to her room. Ororo Munroe was on her way to the entrance for some fresh air. As she opened the door and the sun shone down on her shocking white hair and dark skin, she was surprised to find someone lying on the other door with his back against it. ‘Logan?’ she called softly to him. The slow rise and fall of his chest told her he was sound asleep. One hand was on his stomach, holding the half finished Dr. Pepper; the other rested on the ground. She bent down next to him. ‘Logan?’ she repeated, this time accompanying her call with a touch on Logan’s shoulder that carried with it just the gentlest shock of electricity. ‘Uh ’ Logan gasped as he jumped. At the same moment, the hand holding the Dr. Pepper sprouted three metal claws with a snikt! He was on his feet at an amazing speed. ‘I did not mean to startle you,’ Storm said. She had jumped all the way back into the Mansion. ‘Well, that’s what I git her letting my guard down.’ With a snakt, the claws went back to their housings. ‘You look tired. Everything okay?’ Storm asked. ‘Is anythin’ ever?’ Logan asked. ‘Where would Charley be ‘bout this time?’ ‘Probably in his office getting ready for his first class.’ ‘Thanks darlin’.’ Storm let Logan in and then went outside herself. With the forgotten bottle still in his hand, Logan headed for Charles Xavier’s office. He knocked on the door twice. Come in Logan, a rich English voice said inside his head. Logan opened the door. Xavier was behind his desk in his wheelchair. Ever since Logan had first arrived, Xavier had been in that wheelchair. Logan had never known why he was confined to it. He didn’t ask and Xavier never told. Nonetheless, Xavier was in a nice crisp suit, as usual. Something bothering you?’ ‘Why don’t you tell me?’ ‘I’ve told you countless times before. I don’t go prying into other people’s minds whenever I feel like it,’ Charles said as he wheeled his wheelchair closer to Logan. ‘I’ve bin havin’ dreams,’ Logan admitted. ‘All kinds of people have dreams.’ ‘Not all kinds o’ people dream ‘bout themselves bein’ ripped opened with steel being put into ‘em! I doubt anyone would, but at least it’s all jus’ a dream fer those few weirdos that do. It never really happened to ‘em! An’ it’s not jus’ that that’s hauntin’ me . . .’ Logan drifted off. Charles studied him as he shifted the Dr. Pepper bottle back and forth and knew what was haunting him without even reading his mind. ‘We’ve all been drastically hit by Jean’s death, you know that Logan. Some more than others, I’m afraid. What do you propose I do?’ Logan sighed. ‘I want ya t’read my mind.’ ‘We’ve been through this before. It’s not all that easy. The mind is a fragile thing. Do you really think that there would be something different than before?’ ‘There might be. We had a deal thought; jus’ like before. You promised we would talk. You promised you would find out what happened to me.’ ‘And so we have,’ Charles said as Logan shook his head in disagreement. ‘We learned that William Stryker made you who you are today.’ ‘But I can’t remember anything before that! And I still don’t know everything about Stryker.’ ‘There are some things you need to find out on your own,’ Charles said. ‘That day I first came here, you said you would help me. I need ya t’help me now!’ There was a pleading tone in Logan’s voice that Charles never knew he possessed. He looked at him closely. Logan felt like he as being x-rayed. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Logan growled in annoyance. Kurt Wagner came in. Unlike many mutants that could hide their powers and what they truly were, Kurt was not one of them, unless he had an image inducer. He wore a regular t-shirt and blue jeans, but under his clothes was skin that was blue-black. He had thick, curly indigo hair, gleaming yellow eyes, sharp white teeth, and a long blue tail that ended in a pointy spade-shape to top it all off. ‘Sorry to interrupt, Professor, but ve have some nev arrivals,’ Kurt said in his thick German accent. ‘Arrivals?’ Logan questioned. ‘Vell, I should say old arrivals. Some of the children are back. There are some nev ones and one that says he knows you as vell,’ Kurt explained. ‘Who would that be, I wonder?’ Charles asked. ‘He said his name vas Henry McCoy,’ Kurt said. ‘Ah! Henry! It’s been so long. Do tell them that I will be done shortly,’ Charles said. ‘Yes, sir.’ And with that, Kurt disappeared with a bamf. ‘So now what?’ Logan asked, not even trying to hide the anger in his voice. ‘I will go down and see them. You can go and try to repair your room as much as you can.’ ‘I don’t need t’clean I need answers!’ ‘And we will see to that at another time,’ Charles said. Logan looked as if he was about to argue otherwise. ‘How about you meet me here tomorrow at noon? Does that sound all right?’ ‘Yeah,’ Logan muttered as he turned to leave. Charles followed him out and pressed a button on his wheelchair, making the door close behind him with a snap. Charles went one way, Logan another.
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X-Men 3
May 12, 2006 5:38:27 GMT -5
Post by Gynxsta on May 12, 2006 5:38:27 GMT -5
Wooooo More! lol I love it!
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X-Men 3
May 12, 2006 13:44:24 GMT -5
Post by washu on May 12, 2006 13:44:24 GMT -5
Yay! People read my stories. This is a first. Normally I have to wait for a day or two before someone replies. Tookies all around! I did add myself to the story (but of course!). My middle name is DeLeigh And you're to forgot that you can clearly see Colossus in Xavier's classroom at the end of X2 Chapter Three [/u][/b] Downstairs there were about fifteen people. Eight of them were Xavier's. The other seven were new to Kurt. Peter Rasputin (Colossus) had managed to keep together his group that had escaped the night of the Mansion invasion. Out of the seven new ones, however, two seemed very out of place among all the kids. Kurt recognized one to be Henry McCoy from television. He was in his late 30's or early 40's and was fairly tall with rather large hands and feet, along with glasses. The other one Kurt had never seen before. This one was quite the character. He was tall and in his early 20's. He had bright red eyes, like a demon's, with auburn hair, black fingerless gloves, and a trench coat. All fifteen looked at the Professor as he wheeled towards them. ‘Good morning, everyone,’ he said cheerfully. ‘Good morning, Professor,’ Peter said. ‘I was rather surprised to see . . . er, Kurt here. He took us all by surprise, really.’ ‘Yes, we have had new members and a few have been taken from us. You’ll find that you missed quite a lot since you were gone.’ ‘I had to make sure it was safe to come back. They’re habits I have.’ ‘And they are excellent habits to have, Peter. I will always greet you with open arms.’ ‘We had some that tagged along with us.’ ‘The more the merrier; it’s always a pleasure to get new people. Why don’t you eight go up to your rooms? You’ll find that you still have the same rooms; that hasn’t changed.’ ‘Does that mean my old room is still vacant as well?’ Hank asked as the others started to make their way to the stairs. Charles laughed. ‘I wondered when you’d say something. But, I am sorry Hank. Your room is now being occupied. I tried to keep it empty as long as I could in case you ever did decide to come back.’ ‘Ah, forgive and forget I’d say,’ Hank said with a twinkle in his eyes. ‘Our new guests may not know, but Hank here was an old student of mine. I’m quite surprised to see him here, amongst all of you. I’m sure he has a story to tell, but that can wait until later. If you don’t already know, I’m Professor Charles Xavier. If you are curious, I am a telepath. Rest assured that you have made the right choice coming here. Those of you who are still in school will find that we have classes here daily, just like any other school. For, this is what it is: a school for the gifted, primarily. You’ll have others your own age. You can learn here, be accepted by others, not feared. Now, I suspect that you may have many questions, but I would first like to learn everyone’s names.’ ‘Well, den, I’m Remy LeBeau,’ the early 20's something guy said in a thick New Orleans’ drawl. ‘But if you’re a big telepath guy, it would be easy jus’ lookin’ in our minds an’ learnin’ our names from dere, non?’ Charles smiled as Hank did the same. ‘One of the first things you all need to know about me is that just because I have the power to read your minds, doesn’t necessarily mean I will.’ ‘I’m David Townsend,’ a boy piped up. He was about 13 at 5'6 with blonde hair and blue eyes. ‘I’m Draven Kolchack,’ a boy about 17 said. He was 5'10 with black hair (in need of a haircut) and brown eyes. He was sporting a black Underoath shirt. ‘I’m DeLeigh Martinez,’ another 17-year-old said. She had black hair with red streaks in it and green eyes. She was 5'3 and she and Draven were the only two in solid black with checkered Vans. She sported a Green Day shirt from the Nimrod era. ‘I’m Carrie Ford,’ a girl the same age said. She had shoulder length hair with blue eyes. She was 5'7. ‘And I’m Drake Godwin,’ a boy about 19 said. He was 6'1. He had dark-brown hair that had two strands of bangs in his eyes while the rest of his hair was in spikes. He had greenish-blue eyes and a silver cross around his neck. He wore a red trench coat with black steel-toed boots. ‘Well, Kurt, why don’t you go and get Rogue? She should still be in the kitchen,’ Xavier said. Kurt nodded and left with a bamf. A few minutes later, Rogue appeared. ‘You called, Professor?’ she asked. ‘Yes. Would you kindly see these five to some rooms. I still need to talk with Hank and Mr. LeBeau.’ ‘Sure. You can follow me, guys.’ The five kids left with Rogue. ‘You two are already good friends. Why I’m so special?’ LeBeau asked. ‘You’re special because I’m going to give you a little run-down of the place. We’re only a school to the public. Storm and Cyclops and even Hank here were some of my earliest students. You will meet the other two later. I taught them and protected them. Now, they’re teaching and protecting others. But, as I said, the school is only a public face. Down on the lower levels is an entirely different matter. Come with me and I shall show you.’ They both followed the Professor to an elevator. A few minutes later the elevator door opened to reveal the “lower levels.” ‘Whoa . . .’ LeBeau gasped. ‘When I was a young boy, I discovered my mutant ability. If I wanted, I could make people do or think whatever I wanted them to. When I was 17, I met a boy named Erik Lensherr. He too was a mutant. He could control metal and create magnetic fields. He soon became angry at the world and all its beings that weren’t mutants. He complained that Homo sapiens didn’t understand us, nor did they care to. In the end, he became the villain Magneto. He is still a very powerful mutant after all these years. He still believes that a war will take place between us and the rest of humanity. I have suspicions that he is preparing for that war. But the X-Men and myself have a totally different view on humanity.’ ‘Who are dey?’ LeBeau asked. ‘The X-Men? They are a group of mine that help me keep a watch over Magneto and others like him. I guess you can say that we’re looking out for humanity. Rogue is now one of the X-Men. You will meet the others soon. We all share a different opinion about the world than Magneto does. We believe that one day, mutants and humans will live harmoniously with one another. But enough of my dreams, I have a proposal for the both of you. Yes, even you Hank. If you would like, I can offer you both a place among the X-Men. Hank was on the team for a little while, before he decided to pursue other dreams. He’ll tell you that, as an X-Man, you’ll train, go on missions, and be treated just like the rest of them. If you decline, however, I fully understand. My doors will always be opened to you, nonetheless. The choice is yours.’ LeBeau looked at the Blackbird and the suits. ‘We git suits?’ ‘Of course.’ ‘Since dere ain’t nothin’ better t’do. I ‘pose I’ll join den.’ ‘You know what my answer is, Professor,’ Hank said. ‘Wonderful. Now, Hank, you will find that your old room now belongs to someone by the name of “Logan.” I’m sure if you knock on his door, he’ll show you to some rooms. I will have a meeting of the X-Men at noon today in my office.’ Xavier then wheeled to the elevator. The two followed him. When the elevator took them to the second floor, they got out. Xavier stayed and the elevator closed, taking him back to his office.
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X-Men 3
May 13, 2006 6:04:00 GMT -5
Post by Gynxsta on May 13, 2006 6:04:00 GMT -5
You made them go and knock on LOGAN'S DOOR!? Lmao And you brought Remy into the mix!!!!! I love it. The way you introduced Hank left me a bit lost but it still works... *Rubs temples* Do I see Remy taking sneak peeks at Rogue in future...? *Nudge lol* With a growling overprotective Wolverine watching from afar? And sassy, slightly rebellious Rogue who's also haunted with all the voices in her head? Hmmm *Nudge Nudge lol* Oh and the dead Doctor... What did happen to her? lol
PS: Are you going to run the story along the lines of X3 or take it down a different tangent? *Waits in suspense*
PPS: I applaud *claps* the way your portraying the characters so close to their original persona's...
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X-Men 3
May 15, 2006 11:43:02 GMT -5
Post by washu on May 15, 2006 11:43:02 GMT -5
Thank you, thank you. If you think it's bad about Hank and Remy knockin' on Logan's door, you just wait until Remy and Logan actually play cards in Chapter Eleven As far as the story, I did start working on it before anything about X3 was really out, so I've added my own mix. 'Cause, like, they're still gonna find Jean's body at the Complex, that was kinda like a given. So it's kinda going along the lines of the movie, but with my own flair along with it, lol. I think the Kitty and Bobby thing they're showing on the previews is very convenient for me, 'cause he's gotta go with someone else, ya know, but she should be getting flirty with Colossus instead, but then there's still Jubilee. I've put her in a chapter or two. So yeah, now that stuff's coming out for the third movie I'm seeing that some things are similiar, like we had the same view point on some things. And yes, Rogue and Gambit, like it should be!! I had to bring Hank in somewhere, so I just went for the easiest way and just had him tag along with a group of kids, which is a bit lame, I even admit, but it still worked.Scratch out the above, I've put him in the story like he should be now Chapter Four [/b][/u] Logan was still cleaning. He had managed to get all the pieces of his pillow casings in one spot. All the fluff was driving him insane. He had gotten a vacuum cleaner from the storage closet and was now sucking all the fluff up. The claw marks in the floor would have to stay there, along with the previous ones. Five minutes later, he heard the knock at the door as he was unplugging the vacuum. ‘Yeah, it’s open,’ he said as he wrapped the cord around the vacuum and started making a pile of mattress pieces. He heard the door open, but when no one said anything, he turned around. ‘What do you-hey, who th’ hell are you?’ ‘A-Are you Logan?’ Hank asked. ‘Depends on who’s askin’.’ ‘Well . . . I’m Hank. I was one of the Professor’s old students. This is Remy LeBeau. Professor Xavier said we should ask you about our rooms,’ Hank said. Logan saw how he and the other guy’s eyes were darting all over the place. He sensed they were nervous. ‘I’ll get ya, Charley. First ya tell me to clean, and now this,’ he muttered. ‘C’mon then.’ He went to the door and they both hurriedly got out of his way. He rolled his eyes as he walked down the hall to the third door from his. ‘Here’s one room. You can either be roommates or th’ other can stay in th’ room beside it.’ ‘Thank you,’ Hank said. ‘Don’t mention it.’ Logan started to make his way back to his room, but stopped. ‘Oh yeah, if you happened t’hear anythin’ from my room in th’ night . . . noises or anythin’, don’ bother checkin’ on me. It’s not worth it. Ya hear?’ ‘Or course. We hear loudly and clearly, my good sir,’ Hank replied. ‘Whatever.’ Logan then went into his room. ‘Well, he’s a colorful character, isn’t he?’ Hank commented as LeBeau just stared at him. Rogue had shown the others some rooms they could share. A lot of the other kids came out to see the newcomers. Because of the newcomers, there weren’t any classes today, so everyone was being friendly to everyone. Afterwards, it was about lunchtime, so Rogue met Bobby by his room and went to Professor Xavier’s office. Rogue and Bobby met Cyclops, Storm, and Nightcrawler by the elevator. Hank and LeBeau were already there. As Storm and Cyclops entered the room, they were surprised to see Hank. They happily greeted him before Logan finally trudged in about five minutes later. He had now changed into jeans and a white t-shirt. Once everyone was in the room, Xavier began. ‘As you can see, we have two guests. Remy LeBeau is new, while a few of you already know Hank here. I welcome them with open arms to the X-men,’ Xavier explained. ‘Yeah, I’m sure it be nice an’ all. I do have a nickname, t’ough. People call me Gambit,’ LeBeau said. ‘We’ll all be sure to remember that. Now, I’d like to introduce you to Scott Summers, also called Cyclops. Next to him is Ororo Munroe, also called Storm. You and Hank have already met Kurt, who deems himself Nightcrawler. Logan is another whom you two have met. He’s known as Wolverine. Marie is Rogue and Bobby has named himself Iceman.’ While he said this, the Gambit and Hank shook everyone’s hands. Both of their hands stung after Logan shook it, particularly Gambit’s. When it was Gambit’s turn to shake Rogue’s hand, he winked at her and put on his most charming smile. Bobby cleared his throat before he and Gambit shook hands, but not for long. Gambit jumped back as his hand had icicles on it. Charles chose to ignore this and continued. ‘Now, since we’ve added two new members to the X-Men, I think we should add some more as well. I’m not preparing for anything at the moment, but I have a feeling that something is coming. What is it? I cannot say at this time. But, I think that after Mr. Rasputin has settled down, I would like him to join the team. Maybe Kitty Pryde, or Jubilee would be appropriate as well. If anyone else has any other suggestions, I’m free anytime. ‘Also, just remember to stay alert even in the calmest of times. I again say that there’s nothing serious at the moment. But if there’s anything unusual, just kindly report it to me. This is just a slight precaution. Classes will also restart as normal tomorrow. Are there any questions?’ Xavier asked. When no one made a move to say anything, he said, ‘All right. That is all.’ Scott went to talk to Professor Xavier with some suggestions on new members. Storm and Nightcrawler went to talk to the two new X-Men. Rogue walked over to Logan. ‘Everythin’ all right?’ she asked. ‘Oh yeah. Don’ trouble yerself, darlin’,’ Logan said, trying to sound off handed. ‘You look like you could use some sleep,’ Rogue persisted. Logan knew she was just trying to check up on him. ‘I need some sleep, but no sense in gettin’ yerself all worried. Bobby looks jealous o’er there,’ he said as he glanced in Bobby’s direction. Rogue smiled. ‘S’pose so. You want to come and have lunch with us?’ ‘Sure. What’re havin’?’ ‘Somethin’ fast food.’ ‘Mmm, my favorite.’ Rogue broke into Scott’s conversation with the Professor to tell him where they were going. ‘It’ll be okay, won’t it?’ she added as an after thought. ‘I’m sure everything will be fine since Logan is with you,’ Charles said. Logan, Rogue, and Bobby were in the garage. ‘I think my favorite color’s red,’ Logan said as he spotted one of Scott’s red sport cars. ‘Get in.’ Bobby and Rogue got in the back as Logan took to the driver’s seat. With no key, like many other times before, Logan popped one claw out and put it in the ignition. It started right up. ‘Where to?’ he asked. ‘The first fast food place we see,’ Rogue said. ‘Right-o.’ And soon, they were speeding away. ‘So, how updated are the medical labs since I’ve been gone?’ Hank asked Storm. ‘We’ve made a few updates since you’ve been gone.’ ‘Great! More for me to observe and examine,’ Hank said cheerfully. ‘Vell, ve can show you now, if you vould like,’ Nightcrawler said. ‘And then how about lunch afterwards?’ Storm suggested. ‘Splendid,’ Hank replied. The three of them left. ‘So, when do Gambit get a suit like da ones dat you wear?’ Gambit asked Scott when he was done talking to the Professor. ‘If we don’t have any spare ones that fit, then we’ll order some. They should come in a few weeks,’ Scott replied. ‘What if Gambit want t’wear his coat?’ ‘Then that’s fine,’ Scott said, wondering why the Cajun was referring to himself in third person. ‘So, who’s da leader of dis merry bunch?’ Gambit asked, an answer already forming in the back of his mind. ‘I am,’ Scott said curtly. ‘Really, well, happy leadin’,’ Gambit said as he headed for the door. ‘I have a bad feeling about him, Professor,’ Scott said when Gambit had left. ‘Don’t worry about it, Scott. I’ll check on him occasionally to see where his loyalties lie,’ Xavier said as he tapped his temple with a finge
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gologanandrogue
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i cant touch my boyfriend withot killing him ...rogue
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X-Men 3
May 16, 2006 18:57:11 GMT -5
Post by gologanandrogue on May 16, 2006 18:57:11 GMT -5
wow thats geat continue with the writting thank you lol
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X-Men 3
May 17, 2006 1:50:00 GMT -5
Post by Gynxsta on May 17, 2006 1:50:00 GMT -5
I agree... M-O-R-E please! lol Gah I keep forgetting about Bobby... Never really saw Rogue and Bobby as a serious couple. They were 'cute' in X1 but errm 6 yeas down the track that little relationship is just getting tiring ya know... *Cough hello REMY* lol
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May 17, 2006 8:06:30 GMT -5
Post by RogueSB on May 17, 2006 8:06:30 GMT -5
Wow great story washu. I'm anxious to see the romance between Remy and Rogue evolving ;D
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X-Men 3
May 17, 2006 11:48:02 GMT -5
Post by washu on May 17, 2006 11:48:02 GMT -5
Thanks for the comments everybody! Here's the next chapter! Chapter Five [/b][/u] -Somewhere at a hideout- ‘When are we gonna do something?’ John complained for what seemed the thousandth time. ‘Soon. You mustn’t get too impatient,’ a rich voice assured him. ‘It’s hard not to be when you’re stuck here every day,’ John whined in a bored voice. ‘As soon as Mystique comes back; then we will make our move.’ * Logan, Rogue, and Bobby were now enjoying their meals at a local Burger King. Rogue and Bobby chattered away as Logan ate his burger silently. The Professor had told them to be alert. Logan hadn’t intended on doing that exact thing at a fast food place. But something had his senses working. He didn’t know quite what it was, and that annoyed him. He stayed quiet and put all his attention on his surroundings. An old couple seated at the table behind him was enjoying salads. At a table across from them, a group of teenagers were having their lunch break. A red head in front of him was eating alone. Kids too young for school were playing in the play area. Just ordinary people that he had never seen before. But wait a minute . . . He was catching a whiff of something. And it smelled like . . . he would never forget that smell . . . Could he dare to believe? He brought his gaze back to the red head, only to find she wasn’t there. He frantically looked around and saw her just exiting the front doors. She went the other way, her back to Logan. He had the impulse to get up. And just as he was about to, he stopped. He shook himself mentally. Get a grip! He told himself. He faintly heard Rogue talking to him. ‘Logan?’ she asked again for the third time. She turned around to see what had caught his interest, but saw nothing. ‘Are you okay?’ ‘What? Oh, sorry. Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,’ he said. ‘Are you sure? We could leave-‘ Rogue began. ‘Nah, you two enjoy your food, I’m fine,’ Logan assured the both of them. After a couple of minutes, Rogue and Bobby started talking again, but Rogue still glanced at Logan every now and then. Logan told himself not to take in his surroundings so much as long as the kids were with him. But then something else caught his senses. He turned his attention outside to the window across from them. There was a thicket of trees nearby. His heighten sight picked up someone moving between the trees. They were moving with expert caution. The perfume sense was still lingering in his nostrils, preventing him to pick up the thing’s scent. Tension was building in his mind. Anything unusual and he was supposed to report to Charles. But Charley was at least 10 miles away. Logan took a sip from his drink, his eyes never leaving the window . . . ‘So, what do you think of the news kids?’ Bobby was asking Rogue. ‘They seem okay. Bit different to what we’re normally used to.’ ‘Yeah, I agree. But hey, they did get us out of class.’ ‘True,’ Rogue agreed. She then looked at Logan. He was unable to suppress the frown that furrowed his brow. She looked at where his gaze was. She couldn’t make anything out but a bunch of trees. ‘Logan?’ she said loudly as she touched his hand with her own gloved one. ‘What?’ Logan answered as if he had snapped out of a daydream. ‘Something is wrong . . . isn’t it?’ she asked. Logan didn’t answer this time. ‘We’re not kids anymore, you know. You can tell us. We can help,’ Bobby said. ‘I think we should leave,’ Logan said. Bobby and Rogue looked at each other. ‘Now,’ Logan said sternly. He got up and threw his half-eaten sandwich and almost full coke away. Rogue and Bobby dumped theirs also. Logan walked quickly out the door. They followed and almost ran into him as he stopped abruptly. ‘What is it?’ Rogue asked as Logan sniffed the air. Now he could smell whoever it was. And he immediately realized he knew this scent too. He felt the hair rise on the back of his neck as he felt his adamantium claws trying to reach the surface of his knuckles. ‘Get in the car,’ he said. Rogue and Bobby didn’t move. ‘Get in the damn car!’ Logan growled. They jumped and bolted to the car. Logan stayed where he was. He looked around and saw that no one was looking his way. With a snikt! His claws popped out. He edged his way closer to where the thicket was. He sensed the person was behind one of the trees. Logan crept along still, staying as far as possible from the view of the window where the people could see him. Bobby and Rogue still had a good view of him. ‘What’s he on to now?’ Bobby asked, trying to sound annoyed, but unable to keep the anxiety out of his voice. ‘I hope nothing bad happens. We’re in front of all these people,’ Rogue said as she rolled down the window. Logan stopped short in front of the thicket as he heard whoever it was let out a low growl. ‘What’re you doin’ here?’ Logan demanded. ‘Wouldn’t you like to know?’ the other person replied back. ‘I thought you were dead,’ Logan said. ‘Then you thought wrong!’ the person said as he leapt out of the thicket and onto Logan. ‘Oh my God!’ Rogue exclaimed. ‘Who is that?’ Bobby asked. ‘You know, we heard about him on t’news! That’s Sabretooth!’ Rogue said. ‘ That’s him?!’ Bobby asked as he moved to the front seat for a better look. Sabretooth had sunk his nails into Logan’s chest. Logan cried out in pain as he fell with Sabretooth on him. Sabretooth wrenched his nails from Logan and got up. Sabretooth kicked Logan in the side. He heard ribs break and showed a rare, toothy, smile. Logan withered as he waited for his healing factor to kick in. Sabretooth turned around and started walking towards the nearest tree. With a mighty heave, he uprooted the tree as Logan finally staggered to his feet. Sabretooth took a swing at him with the tree, but Logan painfully dodged and landed an upper cut to Sabretooth’s stomach. Sabretooth tried to use the tree to pin Logan down, but Logan cut through it. Sabretooth hit him with one end instead, shattering it to bits as he knocked Logan off his feet. They had now gotten the attention of the people inside Burger King. A lot of them were watching through the window, but a few daredevils were daring enough to go outside for a better look. ‘Where’s the Professor when you need him?’ Bobby asked as people passed by the car. ‘Logan needs our help!’ Rogue cried as Logan was now being thrown through several trees. ‘Who are we to help him?’ Bobby asked. ‘We’re supposed to be part of the X-Men, Bobby, or have you forgotten?’ Rogue snapped. Bobby looked at her and then stared back towards the thicket. ‘Look . . . sorry I snapped . . .’ Rogue said as she put her hand on Bobby’s. ‘I know,’ Bobby said, taking her hand into his. ‘I’ll try to call out to the Professor, okay?’ Rogue said as she shut her eyes in concentration. Professor! We need your help!!!
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X-Men 3
May 17, 2006 12:48:37 GMT -5
Post by RogueSB on May 17, 2006 12:48:37 GMT -5
Omg this is getting more and more exciting. I would love to see more washu
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X-Men 3
May 18, 2006 10:46:41 GMT -5
Post by washu on May 18, 2006 10:46:41 GMT -5
More coming right up! Chapter Six [/b][/u] -At the Mansion- Charles was showing Hank all the numerous changes in the lab. Storm and Kurt accompanied them. ‘You know you’re always free to work in here anytim-‘ Xavier was saying, but he was cut off by Rogue’s cry for help. ‘Are you all right, Professor?’ Storm asked as she came to his side. ‘Is something the matter?’ Hank asked worriedly. ‘I’m fine. It’s Rogue. She needs our help,’ Charles said. ‘Come! We must aid them.’ Don’t worry. We’re coming, he said mentally. We’re at the first Burger King before you get into the main part of town, Rogue thought back, sending him an image of the place. Is it Logan? The Professor asked. Yes, hurry!!! Ten minutes later, everyone was in the Blackbird, everyone except Hank. ‘Does anyone know where Hank’s at?’ Scott questioned. ‘You . . . Gambit, you have a room right next to him, don’t you?’ ‘When Gambit left he was still gettin’ changed,’ Gambit said. Scott sighed. ‘I don’t want to, but if he isn’t here in another two minutes, I’m going to have to leave him, Professor,’ Scott said, looking towards the Professor. ‘I believe you won’t have to do that, Scott. I see Hank coming now,’ Charles said as his eyes twinkled. Everyone looked in the direction the Professor was looking. What they saw coming was what appeared to be a big blue furry bear with street clothes from a distance. As he lumbered closer like a gorilla, you could see he still had his glasses on and something of a resemblance in his face that told you it was indeed Hank McCoy. ‘I am dreadfully sorry I’ve kept you from departing,’ he huffed as he came aboard. ‘My old suit doesn’t fit me anymore and it’s always a bother trying to find clothes in a hurry that’ll fit this form.’ ‘Well, find a seat and we’ll take off,’ Scott said as he took a seat in the pilot seat across from Storm. They then quickly made it to the Burger King. ‘Give up?’ Sabretooth asked Logan, who was on his knees, holding himself up with his hands. The crowd had grown even closer. A lot more people were getting brave. ‘Never,’ Logan muttered as he got up. Sweat and blood from his healed wounds were mingled together all over his body. His shirt had been shredded so badly that he had discard it some time ago. He tried to regain his breath, painfully aware that with each hit, it took longer for him to heal. ‘What? Are we getting weak now? You aren’t always like this . . . this weak,’ Sabretooth teased. BANG A fist backed by adamantium bones broke Sabretooth’s jaw. He spat out blood as he lunged for Logan. Logan ducked, claws coming out as he slammed them into Sabretooth’s sides. Logan let out a roar as he flipped Sabretooth with his claws. Sabretooth sailed head-on into a tree. The tree cracked as Sabretooth came into contact with it, making him even madder as half of it landed on top of him. Logan turned to face him, chest heaving as he prepared for another attack. He thought he heard the wail of sirens somewhere close and made the mistake of turning towards the direction of the noise to see for sure. Sabretooth, who hadn’t bothered to get up, cut the distance between them by crawling towards him. Sabretooth then plunged his fingernails into the back of Logan’s knee. His trick worked as Logan’s leg buckled and he fell with a pained growl. ‘No! Where’s the Professor?!’ Rogue wailed as she drummed her hands on the door. ‘Maybe we should go and do something,’ Bobby offered. Before Rogue could reply, they both heard sirens. They whirled around and saw five police cars coming. ‘What are we gonna do now? We can’t get passed the crowd, must less the police,’ Rogue said, sounding defeated. ‘Dammit!!’ Bobby yelled as he hit the dashboard with his fists in frustration. The police came closer, parked, and finally got out. All were carrying either a rifle or pistol. The people that were outside saw them. All of them started cheering. ‘Those freaks won’t last long now,’ one person said. ‘Hope they blow their heads offs!’ another yelled. ‘They go boom! They go boom!’ a little kid, no older than five, said as he jumped up and down, laughing. ‘That’s just sick,’ Rogue said, clenching the car door. Logan saw the police coming from where he had fallen on the ground. He wondered why Sabretooth wasn’t attacking him as he saw one officer approach with a bull horn. ‘Drop the knives and come out of the thicket with your hands up! You are surrounded!’ the officer bellowed into the horn. Logan finally felt his kneecap re-growing and shakily stood up on it. ‘I was never good at followin’ directions, bub,’ he muttered as he wobbled, then stood straight. About that time, he sensed movement behind him. He whirled around as Sabretooth tried another onslaught on him. Logan clawed him good across the cheek, but he got a handful of nails back in the face. He staggered back as the cuts took time to heal and then flinched when he heard a gunshot. It took a second before he realized he was bleeding somewhere else that wasn’t on his face. ‘LOGAN!’ Rogue screamed as she saw him fall. She opened the door and ran before Bobby could stop her. Wishing he was anywhere but here, he opened his door and ran after her. Logan fell to his knees for what seemed like the hundredth time. As his claws painfully went back into their housings, he looked down and saw that it was close, too close. His judging told him the bullet had came a millimeter from his heart. His head was starting to swim as he felt his blood trickling over his hands as he tried to press them firmly on the wound. Sabretooth, on the other hand, was annoyed, but also beside himself. The police had just made it so much more easier for him. This meant he couldn’t toy with Logan anymore, true, but he was still satisfied. He heard a girl screaming and saw that she was running towards them, but she didn’t matter. By the time she even managed to get to the thicket, his job would be finished. He walked over to Logan and put his hand around Logan’s throat. Logan started choking as Sabretooth lifted him close to his face. ‘Son . . . of a . . .’ Logan managed, but was cut short when Sabretooth sunk his other hand into Logan’s chest. Just about then, an unnatural high wind blew through the trees that remained standing. Sabretooth looked up and let out a growl through his re-grown jaw. ‘Logan!’ Rogue screamed again. She was now almost running pass the police. She tried to get passed them, but one grabbed her. He grabbed one gloved hand, but she managed to wrench her hand from the glove, only to be grabbed by another police. She saw another grab Bobby, who tried to put up a fight, but realized it was hopeless without revealing his powers. Rogue tried in vain to get away. The policeman that had her tried to get a better grip on her by grabbing her bare arm. When he did, they both let out a piercing scream. Her bare skin touched his and instantly she knew everything about him. He was Danny Maxwell and had been working as a police for four years. He had a wife and two sons. He was 36, his wife 34, and the boys were 6 and 10. He disliked mutants greatly after one had killed his father a few years ago. Bobby seized his chance and broke free easily as all the other police looked on in horror at the scene before them. Bobby ran to Rogue and forced the man’s grip off of her as he too, felt an unnatural breeze. He looked up and could see the Blackbird. Everyone around him suddenly froze. He looked back down and kneeled beside Rogue. He cradled her in his arms as she started shaking uncontrollably as she continued to sob. The Blackbird landed in the parking lot as Kurt teleported to Bobby.
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Remy LeBeau
Mutant
De name's Gambit. Remembor it!
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X-Men 3
May 18, 2006 12:24:52 GMT -5
Post by Remy LeBeau on May 18, 2006 12:24:52 GMT -5
wow this is amazin washu. please tell us more
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gologanandrogue
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i cant touch my boyfriend withot killing him ...rogue
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X-Men 3
May 18, 2006 16:27:47 GMT -5
Post by gologanandrogue on May 18, 2006 16:27:47 GMT -5
wow your amazing
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X-Men 3
May 19, 2006 1:20:38 GMT -5
Post by Gynxsta on May 19, 2006 1:20:38 GMT -5
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh *Deep Breaths!!!* Talk about adrenalin rush! Lmao!
In chapter 5 when...
"He brought his gaze back to the red head, only to find she wasn’t there. He frantically looked around and saw her just exiting the front doors."
"But then something else caught his senses. He turned his attention outside to the window across from them. There was a thicket of trees nearby. His heighten sight picked up someone moving between the trees
I thought... OMG will Phoenix rise from the BUSHES outside Berger king!? lol
Then I thought Rogue would have jumped on Sabertooth giving Logan a heart attack while she was sucking the life out of Saber... lol
Gah, I cant wait until your next update! Keep up the great work!!
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X-Men 3
May 23, 2006 14:35:40 GMT -5
Post by washu on May 23, 2006 14:35:40 GMT -5
Wow, thanks everyone for the comments! Haha, Gynxsta that would have been funny with Phoenix at Burger King My story won't be nowhere near through before the third movie comes out. I'm not going to beat my deadline, but I'll still have most of it done on my computer, so I guess that's more than I could have hoped for Here's the next chapter!!! Chapter Seven [/u] ‘Is she all right?’ Kurt asked. ‘She’ll be okay. Go check on Logan,’ Bobby told him as he looked in Logan’s direction. A faint bamf of imploding air and Kurt’s distinctive scent of smoke and brimstone filled Bobby’s nostrils. He looked up and saw Kurt was now standing over Logan. Not soon after, something with blue fur ran over to them. Bobby didn’t even try to figure it out as Storm jogged over to them. Rogue was now slowly recovering from her ordeal. Bobby helped her up as Storm asked for the third time if she would be all right. ‘It’s . . . okay. G-go check on Logan,’ Rogue said, sniffling as she shakily stood by herself. Storm took her word and headed for Logan. Cyclops and the Professor were already there. As soon as Sabretooth saw the X-Men coming, he had quickly un-dug his nails from Logan’s chest and left. He was now nowhere to be found. Logan, on the other hand, lay on his stomach unconcious. Beast rolled him over gently. He saw both the gun shot and other chest wounds. ‘He can heal himself, can he not?’ he asked Kurt. ‘Yes, but vounds that deep and close to his heart are not good. I can tell from here that he is barely breathing. It vill take some time,’ Kurt said as he bent down. ‘But he is breathing. That is the good thing,’ the Professor said as he wheeled near Logan. ‘Kurt? Why don’t you teleport Logan back to the Blackbird?’ Storm could tell he was slightly worried. ‘Whoever dat was, he long gone,’ Gambit said as he and Cyclops searched the area. ‘Sabretooth is not one who normally lingers,’ Professor Xavier said as Kurt and Logan disappeared with a bamf. ‘Do you think he was sent on orders from Magneto?’ Cyclops asked. ‘With his attack on Logan, it’s hard to tell if he was or not. He may have been simply trying to get even.’ ‘He has a cruel way of getting even,’ Storm commented. ‘Well, there’s nothing more to be done here. Let’s all head back home,’ Xavier said as he turned his wheelchair and went off to see if Rogue was really all right. The rest stepped around the pool of blood that was Logan’s and passed the frozen people to the Blackbird. Soon, Xavier, Rogue, and Bobby came on board. ‘I think I’d like a nice rain shower about now, Storm,’ Xavier said as the walking platform closed. Storm nodded as she buckled in. Her eyes burned white, her irises and pupils almost invisible. The air around her became charged with electricity. Outside, the sunshine was disappearing as rain clouds came out of thin air. A downpour followed with the roar of far away thunder. The jet rose and soon took off. Two minutes later, the people down below unfroze. The police officers looked at each other, especially at Officer Maxwell, who was rolling around in the grass like a two-year-old. What the world were they doing at a Burger King with shot guns and pistols? And just what the hell did Maxwell think he was doing? ‘Maxwell, get off the damn ground. Just what the hell do you call yourself doing?’ the officer with the bullhorn barked. Maxwell looked around stupidly. Just a few minutes ago he had felt like he was on fire, knowing he would die any minute. Now, beside feeling humiliated, he felt fine. ‘I . . . er . . . I . . .’ he mumbled unintelligible babble. The other officers then noticed that all the people around them were staring. ‘Just a . . . a drill. Yeah . . . ladies and gentlemen, it’s only a drill. Go back and enjoy your meals,’ the one with the bullhorn said, thinking quickly. He gave the other officers, particularly Maxwell, a stern look, daring them to argue otherwise. * ‘So, what did you see?’ ‘Did they bust each other up?’ ‘Did ya see them rip each other open?’ It was the next day and Rogue was having to endure the questions from all the kids in her first period. The bell was due to ring any minute for class to start and Rogue was ready to welcome it gladly. Logan was still in the medical ward. A few more inches, and both the bullet and Sabretooth’s nails would have punctured his heart. His healing factor hadn’t been given a proper rest before the attack and Rogue didn’t wonder why. She knew what went on during his nightmares. She had once been on a midnight stroll to the kitchen alone one night and had passed his room. It sounded like there was one man fighting a hundred tigers in there. No wonder it was taking so long for him to heal. But Beast had promised that by the end of the week, Logan should be in tip-top shape. The bell finally rang and the questions finally came to a halt. Hank walked in, but for some reason, he was still blue. Some of the kids jumped, having not seen him in this form before. ‘Sorry, everyone, sorry. I did not mean to startle any of you. I was experimenting until late last night. I had been trying to find a way to get rid of my blueness when I overdid it too much on an acid and ended up like this. I’m afraid to say that I’ll stay like this permanently now. But that won’t stop me from giving you homework tonight!’ he said cheerfully while everyone else groaned. The rest of the hour Rogue was busily copying down formulas and difficult mathematics to solve the formulas that everything that had happened the day before was pushed to the back of her mind. Afterwards, she would have Professor Xavier for two hours of English and Physics. Then she had planned to meet up with Bobby and have lunch together. By the time lunch came, she was throughly looking forward to it. As she and Bobby met up and sat outside to enjoy their lunch, she found out that she wasn’t the only one to be questioned like a criminal. Bobby was so fed up with everyone that he had actually threatened to freeze Jamie, whom he shared a room with, to the wall, upside down, and leave him there. ‘At least we took the spotlight off the new kids,’ Rogue said as she watched Draven, DeLeigh, and Drake sit around each other on the grass and began eating. ‘Yeah. Yay for them,’ Bobby muttered moodily. Rogue finished her lunch. She still had time until her next class, so she asked Bobby if he’d go with her to check in on Logan. ‘It’s not like he’s changed at all,’ Bobby said, but got up and followed her. They didn’t noticed Draven, DeLeigh, and Drake as they too got up and followed them.
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X-Men 3
May 25, 2006 3:58:12 GMT -5
Post by RogueSB on May 25, 2006 3:58:12 GMT -5
Yet again amazing follow up story washu. You should become a writer, or better yet a script writer *hinting for X4* ;D
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X-Men 3
May 25, 2006 10:09:49 GMT -5
Post by storm79™ on May 25, 2006 10:09:49 GMT -5
no offense or anything but the first part sounds kinda like x2
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X-Men 3
May 25, 2006 13:01:16 GMT -5
Post by RogueSB on May 25, 2006 13:01:16 GMT -5
No not really. I couldn't pick anything up that's kinda similar to X2.
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